A path made of stone laid by the sea,
with the ocean breeze howling with anger,
Mountains caped in Snow off in the distance,
Signs pointing everywhere and leading nowhere,
Towns that shun with Life know wither in death.
An escapade of the mind,
turning the Path of stone to mud,
guiding you with whispers in the shadows of the tree's,
while behind those whispers is the other truth,
why the path of stone turns to mud,
and death leering underneath its Vale.
Chose the Path,
and walk in the mud,
will come true.