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