A lone traveler
Sent on his way in search for light
A simple task, really
Only that search recovered nothing but pain and hatred
The truth
In his wreckage
Our traveler stares in awe at the canyons constructed by a broken heart
Knowing he can leave, he doesn't
He stays
And on the brink of madness he stands
Taking in all the beauty and destruction
Watch as he fades into that good night
I hope this finds you