To reach a place
Unknown
Travelers waiting upon
The Gates of Hell themselves
Pearly whites shining in deceit
Closing darkness in ironic lights
Blazing fires on he who walks
Lonely may he be
Face to an un face able truth
Burning fires staring
Him in the cold, hard face
A hardened soldier
Lonely may he be
In a road of ice
Traveling the seven plains.
Water flooding the flames
Of the evil waiting ahead
Just down the corner though-
He ain't sure what goes.
No sounds in the world
Could disturb him
Lonely may he be
His anthem rises
Only one option remains
Life to not be wasted
A solid resolve in the face
Of anger; Of hate
Does he wander
Looking for the just truth
And nothing but.
The answers are there
And lonely he may be
His anthem sits on the horizon
For all to hear.
Lonely he may be
Lonely he may not be.
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