A dark canvas stained
my failing vision.
The cold wind blustered,
battering my
weak form to and fro.
The pure white sands of time
danced around
my tired
body.
Ethereal crystals swirling,
beautifying
that lonesome scene,
but biting
my frozen cheeks,
piercing the skin
like knives.
I stumbled and fell,
my feet
like heavy weights
dragging me
down.
My hope was gone
ages ago.
I was a wandering,
lost person
with no marked paths
in front of
me.
Suddenly,
I saw a single lamp post,
glimmering in the
unknown distance.
My raw feet had found
a new purpose.
I began to run,
mustering up all
the strength I had
left in my bones.
But, alas,
the longer I ran,
the farther away
that single
hope seemed.
Tiring quickly,
I did not know the danger
I might face with
this fateful decision.
The candle
began to flicker,
as I layed down to
rest
my aching body
and drifted
off into
deep slumber,
never awakening
again.
The candle was snuffed out.
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