SymMetrical

Upon the table crawled the, "Main Course" attempting to dodge the knifes and the forks The spoons and platters Continued Colliding Until a stray cleaver began in dividing The head from his shoulders falling down to his feet with no point in waiting they sat down to eat

Red Hazy Road where no-one set foot the road long forgotten the road he had shook It blazed forever a path long since tread and whoever had walked it was already dead The secrets it held tremendous in size were far too great to see with naked-eye Unless you walked it, from beginning to end only then, would you see the rules it could bend Red Hazy Road where no-one set foot the road long forgotten the road he had shook