The Road Home 2021
The road unfurls like a serpent's coil, A winding path through the heart of the soil, Each twist and turn a descent into the unknown, Where the line between reality and dream is overthrown.
In the distance, a lone figure stands, A silhouette against the desolate lands, Is it a trick of the mind, a specter of the night, Or a harbinger of doom, cloaked in moonlight?
