Never Ender

Lone wanderer maintains a pace,

shoulders pushing through the sky.

Pursuing a hollowed directive,

crossing barrens wide.

Joints and ligaments surface,

his meridians take the toll.

The weathered soul of a saint,

residing in a mortal.

His eyes never falter,

the demeanor�"stoic state.

Driven by deepest affliction,

the mind carries the weight.

A sudden shift arrives,

and a gale blinds his sight,

The vast sediment separates,

and his feet meet the tide.

Tears well his face,

he shakes in disbelief,

he collapses in the water,

his lungs embrace the sea.

Taking elated breaths,

his bones and nerves alight,

Unbeknownst to him,

he commences his new plight.

Lifted towards the skyline,

with paralyzed hands and feet.

The voice�"static and numb,

the body�"void of heat.

He is spawned a guileless wraith,

from legendary rite.

A pale, transparent figure,

filled with translucent light.

Assured of his new form,

he departs on his own,

to travel once again,

through the great unknown.