The mantle
of attainment
weighs heavy
on his shoulders
guided
by a lantern
flickering.
He grows older
A refugee
of exile,
he shuffles
on in blindness.
You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself.
bewildered by your kindness.
Enshrouded bt darkness a figure slowly forms through many years of banishment, no shelter from the storm to find this slave of solitude you'll know him by his starthen take his hand, he'll lose himself knowing who you are.

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