A journey will take him
Far
Far into the night,
And the crisp, cool,
Delicate air
Will only help guide him.
Courageous souls behind his back,
Always protecting him,
Threatening those who wish
Nothing but the worst.
Beady eyes in the trees
Swiftly moving in unison
With his fragile bare feet,
Do not stop until it is time.
Even when the wind blows harshly,
The followers will not stop
For their leader.
Slowly, he whispers
Do not follow me.
You’ll never make it
But the followers stand,
Steadfast and loyal,
Secretly guarding
The leader.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
A journey will take him
Far
Far into the night,
And the crisp, cool,
Delicate air
Will only help guide him.
Courageous souls behind his back,
Always protecting him,
Threatening those who wish
Nothing but the worst.
Beady eyes in the trees
Swiftly moving in unison
With his fragile bare feet,
Do not stop until it is time.
Even when the wind blows harshly,
The followers will not stop
For their leader.
Slowly, he whispers
Do not follow me.
You’ll never make it
But the followers stand,
Steadfast and loyal,
Secretly guarding
The leader.
not my best!