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Every step he takes along that travelled path,
Leaves an imprint of his soul.
His cloak is torn, his face black.
Still he strides on relentlessly,
The sun scorching his back,
His pains scorching his body.
Many walked this path before him,
And many had to turn back.
He may not look the warrior,
But his heart burns in his chest.
Across this endless dessert,
To a place where he’ll find rest
Danger as his ally,
Fear his long time friend,
No sense of reality,
Only the endless twining path.