The March Of Doom Poem by Bailadora P

I stroll with purpose down the street of stone
My heart doth hammer fierce against my bones
Realization creeps upon my mind
The ghastly curse that doth inflict mankind
Hath crept upon me since I walked along
Beside the happy crowd; I must stay strong

For not one soul hath lived without this grief
The betrayal of that one most trusted chief
My soul doth sink to hopelessness and gloom
Boldly I march towards my impending doom
But even as I smile bravely at you,
My sock is falling down inside my shoe.