Death's Road.

• William Guest, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Many a soul I have guided along,
Through dark and dreary lands
Many a man has lost his life
To these hard and wiry hands

I hear the crying of the lost
And hear the widow’s weep
I move on though past hearth and home
For my commands to reap

I wander alone through darkened roads
And paths long left unkept.
Until I end up at the front door
Of a man who’s imprisoned in debt

I long for nothing and feel no love
I walk a lonely road
But pain and blood are my quarters
And the end is my abode.