The Dark Road Poem by Owain Glyn

Lost in loneliness, bathed in guilt,
The dark road stretches out,
The black wind swirls around my soul,
And fills my heart with doubt.

But I must take the dark road,
And leave the light behind,
To slaughter all my demons,
And cleanse this fetid mind.

I can see my tortured victims,
They are scattered all around,
Their gaping mouths scream curses,
But I cannot hear the sound.

They crawl upon each other,
In a vain attempt to flee,
Their souls are in the devil's hole,
And he won't set them free.

An incandescent jester,
Performs his ritual,
To gather in his harvest,
And send it back to hell.

I struggle on regardless,
The dark road out ahead,
My clothing now in tatters,
From the grasping of the dead.

A hag steps out in front of me,
Inquiring where I'm bound?
I say I seek the devil's lair,
And ask her where it's found?

She tells me I have far to go,
But she can take no part,
That if I'm earnest in my quest,
To look inside my heart........

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