A wandering soul walked out of life,
In search of a peculiar Kingdom.
So far from the chain of being,
Following its non-existent rhythm.
Its mystery has been looming,
On the living for some time.
For how could it be closer to the land of the dead,
Than that of the living in its chime.
What could it be home to?
What secrets did it hide?
I might never know,
If I don't take the stride.
They say there lives a creature
So mighty and quite so fierce.
It preys on intruding outsiders,
It feeds on people's fears.
I am just a traveller
Who came searching in this quest.
For answers never said out loud,
Putting everything else to rest.
And I can't go back now,
For I am on road again.
And without the answers that I seek,
Would I ever be the same?
What paths have I followed,
I can't remember quite so well.
It feels as if after all,
I am bound by this enchanting spell.
I stand before the forest,
So dark and deep and dry.
Then I hear from above,
A roaring fearsome cry.
Maybe it's the creature,
Coming to haunt me away.
But even as I know,
I haven't got much to say.
Tripping down a few stones, I think,
Maybe this is the end.
But then I gape as I'm picked and dropped,
By an onyx wyvern beside a Brook's bend.
There's neither a valley of precious stones,
Nor material opulent charm.
Only a beauty hidden and not altered,
A human could only harm.
Something brought me here,
It couldn't be just delusion.
For how does one find a path,
When it's supposed to be an illusion.
I've found a way in life again,
When I'm closer to death than I've ever been.
But in midst of it all, as I stand,
It seems, it's just the beginning.
