Satan’s scorn leaves love adorn
A love that’s lost is left battered and torn
Leaving you bare in a condition forlorn
Starting to wish you’d never been born
Cause the limb you once had has now been shorn
To persevere onward there must sound a great horn
A call to action and a pact to be sworn
A tattooed symbol on the soul then is worn
Proof and testament to a spirit lovelorn
Sean Furlong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crumbling-path/
