EVER ONWARD
The man stood resolute, wrapped in tattered black and white, knees buckling in anticipation. The strong jawed man across from him in clean black and white asks the man in tattered black and white what brought him here today, and how he came to be in the position he is.
Head hung, the man in tattered black and white began his tale solemn and chanting:
"Ever onward,
Ever pressing,
Ever forward.
Each step more sure than the last.
Through the barren wasteland, the scorching desert and tempest tossed wind,
Threatening, demanding my body, my life for nourishment.
Ever onward,
Ever pressing,
Ever forward.
Each step makes landing with purpose and surgical precision.
Over mountains and cliffs, precipice and jagged peaks,
Daring me to bow before their towering obstacles.
Eyes locked.
Ever onward,
Ever pressing,
Ever forward.
Each stroke stronger than the last,
Each kick steady and true.
Through great waters wide, bearing monsters starved of flesh in its deep, darkest of places.
Jaw set.
Ever onward,
Ever pressing,
Ever forward.
Each step, each push forward void of hesitation.
Through bush, bramble, thistle, thorn, razor, rough.
Tearing fabric, tearing flesh, tearing, tearing, tear.
Fist tight.
Ever onward,
Ever pressing,
Ever forward."
"My son, after all that, I understand why you barely breathe here now! Why would one go through all that to get here?" The man in clean black and white squeaked in revulsion to the man's tale.
"To get here?" The man in tattered black and white turned his tired gaze to his left. In his vision he beheld a spell binding creature bathed in the purest of white, veiled and beautiful. "To get here, sir?" With a half cocked smile, eyes locked on pure white, jaw trembling, fists releasing themselves taking in the beauty bathed in white's hands, "To get here, sir, I'd go through worse."
