The Hobbled Stone

slippery and cobbled

hunched over and hobbling
like old father time 
down rain soaked stones
soon to be ice shrouded
with heavy clouds overhead
and hooded men galloping 
past on pale grey horses
with names like Shadow
and Iron-hoof
the storm is afoot
and darkness is shrouding
the mysteries in our hearts
guided by stolen lanterns
the last bastions of fading 
sunshine in a darkening day
are the only way to pave
a path forward
the pathfinder’s way is 
over slippery and cobbled
stone that’s soon to be olden


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