The Trek

A Poem by Ghiasquared

The hell spawn sun in it's fiery fury
Crisping the grass beneath
I plod along to loss of girth
Liquid salt dripping from rind
Another drink of pure elixir
Under shadow of swaying green
Refreshed and undaunted I continue
Determined mind forcing strength
These haunches of burning pain
I must continue goal in sight
The walk through desert of exertion
Will be rewarded some day soon
Temple of mine molded to Adonis
My will of soul marches on...