The Edge

I want to explore

the edge,

where no man goes,

and from which

no man returns,

I no longer wish

to be held back,

by places and things

that are safe

and warm,

I want to soar

to heights unknown,

caverns hidden from sight,

where creatures of the night

prowl and hunt,

as majestic gods

look down in pity,

upon frightened herds

running

from their own slaughter,

I seek a truth

that is more truthful

than that

which is offered,

by the distorted

twisted words,

of those who seek only the obvious,

oh yes,

give it all

to this simple

single wanderer;

throw it all away,

give it all back,

come run with me,

through fields of crimson fire,

caress the eternal beast,

and drink

with the thirst

of a thousand dying men;

even if for a moment.

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