The chosen one

Wind ululates in glooming alley
Where sailors slept full moon is dancing
But not to reach elusive valley
If not to risk your tiny chances

Mist smoothly rounds off all corners
And gloaming licks bright colors greedily
Archway with twinkling lamp – oil burner
Invites to other side the dreamers

To slip through archway full of whispers
Where all who's gone are now pictured
Forget all friends, all brothers, sisters
And sleep three nights with dreams unstructured

Night starling will cuckoo when enter
The archway which mist’d painted yellow
The eyes will read the word in center
Of archway stinky, dusty, narrow

Just say out word and stop abruptly
And wait when shade will change its venue
You’ll feel yourself a bit corrupted
But when it's gone you can continue

No one is at playground surely
Your eyes can see in dark two swings
Just animate what's dead too early
And wait just wait for the storm wind...

And when storm wind shall blow fast
It shall erase who stand around
And you will see the look of Lord
Of Quaking Mist who ruins the bound

The path of death shall open up
Just take the arrow pure gold
And loose it to the Northern wind
Which blows from the plains of cold

Your foot will step on path to land
Where sky looks like a mirror black
When bloody tears will wash away
Your steps you’ll hear the word and track

Of stones. Just listen to their voice
You will come through the Quaking Mist
To city with the tower spires
Pierced sky till stars if they exist

Just look around and erase
From stone which stands in central part
One hundred thousand of names
And door which closed will open up

As fire licking bloody clay
You – leave the earth and curse the way

When shade will fall and sun will hide
You are to see the desert road
No one is on with human pride,
Without pride you see a lot

They walk and sing and try to hide
Their faces from the smiling sun
Life swept away, they're holding tight
But shade's avoiding human sons

No women are on desert road
No children are on dusty way
Just human sons, just men on board
And nothing stops that men to pray

The water drops like mighty words
Sometimes are falling from the skies
And men applause praising Lord
But after that sun harder shines

What is their target they don't know
Why they're on road they forgot
Road goes high, road goes low
This road is for them the world

The road ends when last from men
Will sing his praise to smiling skies
And 'll die to never live again
Becoming lesson for the wise

What'll happen next? Who'll fill the gap?
The wise'll recruit another ones
And they will fall to the same trap
With funny men time better runs

Just desert road, just dusty way
And bones are under dirty feet
Give strength, o Lord, survive today
And hope the mission to complete

The wise is looking at all this
And is regretting every day
But on the road there are no trees
There are just men and their prays

If this will stop the world will die
The wise will then just flip the coin
But wise loves world no matter why
Inviting new men road to join

You are on road, shade is gone
The skies are smiling with the rays
Do not speed up, the path is long
All what is left is sing and pray