The Road

Staring down a desolate road
Shaded in hues of grey and black
Leafless trees drape over the trail
Twisted fingers closing their grasp
Haunting shrieks of perils unknown
Shrill in pitch to pierce the ear
Danger is thick as the fog descending
Upon the path to impending doom
Bones of previous attempts scattered
No markers, only open graves
Stale blood and rotting flesh
Wind blows the cold breath of death
A core most steadfast remains
An unwavering will staved off by nothing
Onward into the darkness
Bring the fight to hell itself
Ignite the torch, unsheath the steel
Carve a legacy out of sweet oblivion