A wayfarer plods with steps unsteady,
His heart burdened, his soul enduring foul,
To last the night until the shadows ready.
For even the lengthiest eves shall yield to dawn,
And hope endures despite the journey's pain,
Though the path may bring him to his knees,
He persists with all his strength to gain.
Amidst the storm's wrath, the thunder's roar,
And rain that falls like daggers from above,
He forges on, steadfast to his core,
With unyielding spirit, fueled by love.
For in his mind's eye beyond the tempest's rage,
He envisions a haven of serenity and light,
And though the storm may his sight encage,
His soul's ardour burns, a beacon bright.
The sway and swing of destiny's dance,
The grains of time slipping through each sigh,
His soul exhausted, his heart in a trance,
Yet he persists, refusing to die.
For life is fleeting, a dream that disappears,
In the blink of an eye, its beauty fleeting,
Though the path appears to have no end,
His spirit's resolve shall never be fleeting.
The fiery trials of life may scorch his soul,
The winds of fate may veer him off his path,
The world may aim to bury him in a hole,
Yet his spirit perseveres, an unwavering wrath.
Deep within his heart, a flame burns bright,
That naught can quench or dim its glowing light,
Though adversity may come with all its might,
His indomitable spirit still stands upright.
The toils of life may seem a weighty load,
The journey long, the burden great,
His heart may falter, his hands bestowed,
But still, he trudges on, with unwavering faith.
For deep within his soul's recesses,
Lies a force that never wavers nor bends,
And though age may leave him with stresses,
His spirit's potency endures, beyond all ends.
As the shades sway in the chamber dim,
And phantoms stir in the heart of night,
Anxiety may seize him, grim,
Still, he stands tall, ready to fight.
For within his soul resides a resolute force,
That naught can break or lay to slumber,
Despite the murk's unsettling course,
His dauntless valour, a lasting number.
In yonder distance, mountains rise,
The valleys low, the journey tough,
Yet onward he climbs, his spirit never dies,
For within his step lies grit and enough.
For he knows no barrier can diminish,
The might of his indomitable soul,
And though the ascent may seem devilish,
He'll vanquish it, and make his goal whole.
When the path's end is nigh and his travels cease,
And his weary frame finds its final peace,
His soul shall radiate like the dawn's first gleam,
For it braved a life fraught with trial and scheme.
Though his earthly shell may fade and depart,
His steadfast spirit will endure and impart,
A tribute to mankind's enduring grace,
A call to persevere and keep the pace.
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