Scarred hillsides
Eclipse the world
And all
Her shimmering glory

Forevermore plagued
With long-lost efforts
Discolored and maimed
By roads
So wishfully carved

Backslide
Is my foremost villain
To strive in vain
Hopeless
And swallowed by muck

Backslide
Is the curse I know
It thrives and fumes
From the tatters
In which
True peril resides