My tired feet fall in the fallow field
Wearily wandering through wintery winds
My mind blank of any memory from before.
The road icy and slick and slippery, I stumble
Falling to my knees. I know I can't go forward
I know no past and shall now have no future.
But something inside me sparks and slowly I rise
To go toward the goal I can no longer recall.
It is my magnet and I a piece of metal
Being forced further into the piercing pounding wind.
Some nights in sleep I can almost see
The faces of friends long lost
Though I have forgotten how and where they fell along the path
And can only hope that they made their way safely to the clearing
Where they await my arrival, and the end of our quest.
I remember other places, is it possible...other worlds?
Some still filled with sunlight which glowed golden,
Yet others seemed to be naught but mirages.
But most had sunken into a murky blackness,
Becoming the destroyed, dreary lands of nightmares.
I must have walked a distance of many wheels
To have gotten as far as I am now
And still I have seen no sign of city nor town,
No sign of life. But that makes sense
For, you see, this world has moved on.
Before my eyes I can see it failing,
Falling always faster, always further into nothingness.
But the thing that bothers me the most
Is an image melted into my mind
That never seems to fade. A field of roses
And in the center a tower, tall, dark, and desolate
Which is where my journey must end.
In the topmost room of that pitch black tower
I will rediscover my memories and my destiny.