My quest for temporal pleasure,
Buried me young.
Your flood runs from two rocks
Each planted in a doomed desirt
Void of dew.
A walk through a forbidden wood.
Not even a twitter
No insect nor dirt but wood
In a morment, a roar flows from a mountain top
Miles above the woods.
NO!!!
For this woods have not been troded in ages
Proceeding with courage from nowhere,
A mighty NO!!!!!
Straight to the end I fled
All forms of thoughts sets in
For it was forbidden for a beginner to complete this course
It's path had a river of banished red seed.
The mesh you cut through was a forbidden seal.
The soldiers in the woods could mold
Drawned in fears
The mountain roars and roars
For this wood was forbidden.
A sudden flood flow that washed the top soil six fits deep
For the runner to lay in.
I shall drown in this rever of grief till it runs dry
©kiekomo
K