Sorrow

Old road covered of darkness, 
desolated place dwelled by ancient spirits 
trees are so old like time 
stones covered by pagan blood 

In the distance I can see the corpse of a man 
in the ancient road 
black blood flowing 
wounds-scars-the stench of death 

I know this man dead upon the soil 
his name was god and now he looks terrible 
as a moribund dog 
as a peace of nothingness 

Sorrow