The+Traveler+(Jacob+Tyles)

The Traveler

Dust, forsaken dirt hath dual paths ahead, Lay o’er the trail of guile and discord. I needn’t pass with coin of Hades’ dead Kindred spirits guideth mine fate aboard.

I may choose roads riddled with ire’n asphalt While vices linger in my des’late core. Soft grey moonlit skies blacken pure and halt, As monsters haunt my nights forevermore.

O harke, Muse! Let thy fate be jubilant, As I reapeth the seed of bounded life, As a lover’s bliss I move to supplant. Lead me not down roads of lamented strife

Curdled from clay that wrought Adam and Eve, A path I travel lest’n death’s cradle I am received.