Striding through the lonesome street I hear nothing but a grim melody Echoing across the length of the roads so empty Of the flocks perched on the sacred willows The laughter once heard was now only a memory. “Would I make it till the end?” I wonder Looking up at the sky make my soul clobber Shrouded was the earth with an ominous gray light Unsettling was the feeling evoked by the thundering clouds that hover The faint bellows of the horns coming from afar The rueful heaves of the souls eternally scarred “Would I be able to walk on till the end?” I thought Wondering what might be written in the stars.