The Tenacious Traveler

And he began

From within the capricious shadows of the night

Under destiny’s fickle eye

The tenacious traveler set his travel afoot

Though the voices called him to linger by


For the dark is deceitful and the moment obscure

Lest the journey is arduous than presumed

The path could be darker than perceived by any

Leading endless to a murky gloom


He began still, the tenacious traveler


His was the courage, the conviction and the valor

Truth was his light for all which was dark

His was the belief, profound and stellar

Stars were his guide for the journey embarked


The tenacious traveler travelled


The tenacious traveler travelled in the night

And the night travelled with him

The belief sat firmly perched on his shoulder

And the valor stayed put within


But the light which shimmered at the deepest end

Did not grow into a star

The conniving flame, it flickered the same

From near, as it did from afar


The skyline did not rise into a city at all

It tapered to tombstones instead

Where the sounds were lost in the stillness of time

And the living were replaced with dead


The fires were cold and cries were quiet

And tears had nowhere to flow

The saplings of passion were hammered back into ground

By convention’s fateful blows



And echoes there, never left the walls

Of caverns where screams were formed

Where blood never oozed from gaping wounds

On bodies mangled and torn

So

The tenacious traveler’s hopes plummeted

As he swallowed his rage and pride

With a bigoted sword, he slit his throat

And lay down by a forgotten grave’s side!