THE QUEST

Onto the misty path I walk 
Not knowing where it leads 
Shards hidden by trailing fogs 
Marking it with my soul-bleeds 

Each step, a journey of desolate toil 
I slip, I crumble, I go astray 
Blindly stumbling through ominous veils 
I watch myself, a black speck on landscapes grey 

Yet far beyond the wounding fogs 
Is a shaft of light fighting through 
Sometimes white sometimes bright 
Sometimes in an enchanting hue 

I walk on, my footsteps making no sound 
My hand held by a benevolent wraith 
Crimson trails fading into blinding mists 
They're lifted by my unshakable faith 

MS