storms and shades...

moonlit skies paved the way
for the boy gone astray
recognizing he took the path
filled entirely with wrath

once upon a time
he had a road to take
beautifully paved and
unblemished by the storm

in an ironic twist of fate
he took the detour filled with hate
no trees for shade
only swift winds that felt like blade

never had he seemed so pale
from an encounter with this gale
when he thought it has passed
worst would come and hope that it was last

he moved swiftly
as the storm grew steadily
not a shed in sight
only seering blackness from the night

he took the time to breathe
and realized
"what could have been,
if I gave in to her guide?"

the strong winds passed
and the glow of the sun is here at last
still he mourned for the day
the beautiful life slipped away...

and he was sorry...
it took him some time to realize,
he had placed someone else
in a storm far worst than his....

I'm sorry...