The Traveller

Out of eternal darkness did he rise,

From the threshold of which did  he gaze,

Much like a naïve lamb beholding the knacker’s yard.

With no one to steer him through the nefarious blackness of the malicious night,

Did he stroll through evil paths,

in pursuit of an alien quest ,

a one which would remove the pall ,

and reveal to him, the meaning of `Destiny’.

The path he did deem to be a less trodden one,

For the grass at it edges,

revealed its pristineness,

and the grit on the trail,

 reinforced his reckoning.

 For once did he not think the journey to be failing him,

for it was not in the fortune of any layman,

to learn the gist of life,

shrouded in darkness for good,

which , but our , traveler did.

Thus read his communiqué,

found by another youth in pursuit,

of his yet to be discerned providence.

“What lies within locked vaults,

is what we desire the most

What is within plain sight,

is what we close our eyes to.

To that house of the vice

is where to we are led,

lulled by the lone spectral chorus

 in the crowded path of malice.

That forbidden fruit

is at what we are enticed  ,

daring us to leap, over the, evermore, forbidden hedge

And to the arcane tree of knowledge,

wooed by the sly serpent.

The eternal mysteries of such kept secrets

will forver drive us to the edge,

but never will it have the might,

to hurl us over ,

to lend a hand to the remnants ,

For the invisible hand of His,

will lead, kindly light”

and  with that did his message come to an abrupt end.

Leavin many a questions unanswered ,

did our traveler reach,

 the final abode of all humans,

Beholding from heaven ,

with a profound smirk ,

the sight of a zillion erstwhile comrades ,

striding through the labyrinth of life,

hoping to unravel its perpetually veiled mysteries.

……..And after myriad of eons,

And countless tales of disillusionment,

Our traveler continues to keep watch,

for that one victor, who would,

bawl to the world, its untold legends.

and drape it in immortal bliss .