The Fall

One cannot know what depths a soul may seek.
The days unwinding leaves its tortured mark
As night looks on, yet does not dare to speak.

This wearied traveler, though his heart is weak
Will stumble blindly, groping in the dark.
One cannot know what depths a soul may seek.

What questions does he scream, what havoc wreak
Upon the madness, searching for a spark
As night looks on, yet does not dare to speak?

Does evil triumph, sharpening her beak?
While others laugh and say its all a lark!
One cannot know what depths a soul may seek.

His journey, then, though he thinks it unique
Is Everymans, and hence will all embark
As night looks on, yet does not dare to speak,

This traveler, questing, steps out on the peak
And plunges, gladly, far down to the scarp.
One cannot know what depths a soul may seek,
As night looks on, yet does not dare to speak.

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