Words Of The Sheep Poem by Banksoya Sauce

The shepherd, the leader of the pack:
Could you choose to lead me on instead?
Through the wild winds, wilder forests;
Could you give me an answer before then?

When I fade away, would you tell me to stay:
To follow your hand, fall within your plan?
Or would you disgrace me as pieces of a man?

Would you give me the one I long for the most
Through words or mere breaths my way?
Or would you lead me into the woods, lost,
And let me hear the leaves crumble again?

Eventually, time has taken me away:
Eating at my skin, leaving me astray.
I'm floating in your blood in my final days;
Hopefully, near the place the sun finally lays.