THE QUEST

The darkness envelopes me,
Overpowers me,
I think I'm going blind.
Dark shapes pass by
They grow darker still.
I feel my vision slipping away.
The stench of darkness
Is thrust painfully into me.
The pervasive cold
Chills my bones.
I soldier on...

Dont call me purposeless
Remember the devine cause.
Dont call me blasphemous
Your rules arent mine.
The purpose lurks elusively
With it, I can find my vision.
The dark shapes will wither
In context of my consciousness.

I see the light.
Not a star, its a flame
Burning away the darkness.
Not fragrant
But sucks up the stench.
Not beautiful
But purifies the sense.
Not harmful
But extinguishes the darkness
In its wake.

I was never blind
The darkness deluded me.
I was never lost
The roads confused me.
I was never purposeless
The quest the purpose.
I never expected to finish
'Cause quests never end.
They only begin
Again and again.