This Road
This road looks pretty plain under the night lights
This road has paths both sides, raised kerbs and level flight
Watching the cars go by, both sides see many many moving lights
But then there comes a time when the movement and all the sound disappear into the night
It's now when fear strikes
It's now when evil rides
The wall used to hold a gate, but now the hole will suffice
That's where they all would go and that's where the world lost sight
The path down into the wood
They walked under shackled torchlight
The wood down by the stream
Led to an old mine cave site
That's where we found their bodies, that's where they had their last night
For years he played this game, for years evil knew this road was where he'd find his delight!
This road looks pretty plain under the night lights.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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