Created: July 16, 2019

Last modified: July 16, 2019

I walk the face of the earth once more,
a mindless puppet; my strings are torn.
The creaky bones, the lousy eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.

Wars-a-waging, old man’s guilt,
the world’s now on more than just a tilt.
Parents weeping, children were slain,
bloody thoughts and fear will reign.

I looked into the shadows, a creature did lurk.
He whispered to me, hiding a smirk.

“Thou shalt be killed if they can’t find
the demon is lurking in thou mind.”

So off I ventured to quench my thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did I see?
El camí desolat del destí.