The road stretched onward,
grey and grim and bare,
A path I walked, and -
knew I'd seen the last.
Of fields I loved, and -
hearth I called my own.
The wind, a mournful sigh,
went whispering past.
A chilling touch that -
froze me to the bone.
No turning back, the bridge -
behind me burned and -
forward, only shadows,
cold and deep.
The sun, a distant memory,
never learned to warm this heart,
where sorrow starts to creep.
Each step a heavier burden -
than the last.
A silent prayer upon -
a fading breath to feel one -
moment of a joy that's past.
Before I sink into the arms of death,
A final fade into endlessness.
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