The rays of thy halo escorts me
towards an abode unknown,
And I stride towards it with a
baggage of anticipations.
The abode gleams with hopes of hospitality,
awaits a pilgrim, with anxiety.
Thy illuminance fades into a skyline unknown,
absconding me with twilight of hopes.
Stumbling and tripping,
I see the twilight dwindling,
and gleam of the abode fading,
yet gushing through the
darkness of my crumbling hopes
in the pursuit
of the pilgrim overthrown.
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