A man in a filthy gloomy jumper
Walks with his son who is getting weaker
On a barren field of ash with no food
In hope to one day finding a canned good.
The world has perished from a comet strike
And the streets have become a lawless dike.
The only weapon for their protection
Is a pistol, with short ammunition;
A round was used to kill an assailant
Who tried to threat them with an evil comment.
Like this, they are always under a threat
But they find ways to get away; no fret.
One time they were withering and dying
When they find in the grass a hatch lying.
It was full of food and supplies that fed
Both people, and it even had a bed.
They start out on the road in a few days
To reach a beach side with islands and bays.
Yet the man finds out that he is really sick;
Sick in the lungs that makes him cough in shriek.
He tells his beloved son that he is fine
But he knows that he will soon do his last dine.
At last they get to shore, but it is dead
Just like the road that is on fire and red.
However the man finds an abandoned boat;
Strips all the goods and even finds a nice coat.
They go on to celebrate the dark night
With a new flare gun that makes the sky bright.
The kid gets a fever rear that event
And suffers for days on the ground that's dent.
With the help of sugar water he lives
Along with the asprins his good dad gives.
After he betters they go for a walk
And they have a good time with a nice talk.
When they get back, they find the cart is gone,
The cart with food; the man thinks he's a moron
They quickly look for the trail on the ash road
And soon they find a man with the cart erode.
The man points the pistol at the dirty thief
To shoot his brain out with a very strong motif.
The thief pulls out his keen-edged butcher knife
But soon drops it to save his precious life.
The man retrieves the old cart and comes back
To his little tent and sleeps, packs back-packs
And starts heading to the road once again.
Yet, they meet another threat; a bowman!
The thief starts shooting arrows towards them
And an arrow hits the man - he shouts "damn."
Hence he finds the station of the demon
And even bears to pull out the flare gun.
He shoots the gun which knocks the attacker
But his lag was deeply wounded, no wonder.
They keep at the road, but he stops suddenly
Because his whole body becomes more achy.
That night he sleeps, to be found dead next day;
His kid cries and cries all day in dismay.
Fortunately, a man finds the poor boy
And takes him to his family to convoy.
The Tale of Road finishes at this point;
The whearabout of them's hard to pinpoint.
