---===* The Outcast *===---

He travels alone to nowhere.

Others may accompany him, as he moves,

But none may join, for he leads no one.

And follows nothing.

His path is blackness.

A terrace of ebon goals only he can see.

Shot through with the fractures of failure.

Yet he abides.

His steps leave indelible impressions

Visible to few, yet eternal to all.

His life is lit by the flame of blackness,

Though we see nothing by its glow.

We take for granted his lead.

We follow gratefully the same trail,

Though we avoid the thorns which cut him,

And the cliffs which hamper his advance.

To question is to understand, thus we do not.

Yet, the unthinkable still intrudes.

We advance as he moves, we escape as he hurts.

And he cannot live forever.

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