Through forgotten forests, mountains, hills
The walker goes his own path,
chasing after windmills.
She waits in her mind, thoughts and dreams
He searches breathlessly
and stops only at small streams.
While he drinks to gather his strength
Two eyes meet his gaze
So close, at an arm's length.
The image was frightful, the beast was enraged
His sword was too far
but he had to engage.
The beast ripped his body into shreds
and he took his last breath
in the silence that now spreads...
Breathe, breathe, breathe...
too heavy to breathe, the stench of blood, the excruciating pain,
the fear.
The fear?
Fear of death had long left him
For he had lost all he once held for dear.
He could not recognize himself, he couldn't understand
as darkness turned to light grey
there was no promised land.
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