Monday, March 4, 2013
Ending
Undaunted by the falling sky, the rising sun, the wanderer drifts aimlessly through the barren desert wastes, alone, beaten, and shamed. In spite of all his strength, he only found failure, and defeat, at the hands of those whom he loved and trusted most in this world. Sweat sleeks its way down his brow, the sun hot upon his barren skin, the taste of water he has not known for much time. He has lost his way in this lonely forgotten land, the paths have led him and gone astray in a land gone asunder. "How did it come to this?" He asks himself. "Must I bear this burden alone...?" He dreams of better days, of running along green lawns, dancing in the summer nights under the moon, under the stars, amongst the fireflies while friends and lovers gathered round campfires weaving tall tales, drinking in the ale of life and sharing in their joy and happiness. O How those joyous days of peace were great, but now they have gone, squandered by the wanderer, taken for granted as he now pines for those days again. Will he ever find peace, this lowly wayward wanderer? He dreams of the day when he can once again partake of the drink of life, of the great dance and song, of the joys of being alive and free. He dreams of cobblestone streets, dimly lit by the sun, trees lined on the edges standing tall and proud, children running through the streets without a care in the world, an ode to the days of yore long spent upon the dawn of a new and reckless age of corrupt abandon and contempt. He weeps at this thought. "How did it come to this...?" He thinks in his mind. His thoughts race with the nostalgia of years past and long gone, but never forgotten, for they are always on his mind, as waves upon a depthless and endless sea, rising and falling and churning, never ceasing to make their presence known. He collapses to the cold unforgiving ground, sand drifts by in the wafting breeze about him, the moon bright upon the blackened night sky, tears of silver stream from his face as the light from his eyes slowly begin to fade into oblivion...How did it come to this...?
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