The Path of the Seeker

Through the mists of time, towers his shadow,
As the stench of the myths settle, he looms through the haze.
As he passes by, our broken spirits bow deep,
Those among us looking for a way out of this maze.
The defeated rise out from the depths of hell,
To wash their sins away, and say a silent prayer.
The fallen dust their sleeves, to relive their past,
His eyes pierce through the gloom, they're the eyes of a Seeker.

The flame he lights, chases the dark from us,
The path he follows is barren, but we follow him still.
His passion is dark, and yet we cling to it with broken fingers,
The secrets of his past, will lead him beyond the hills.
Silent as the night the army marches on, in his wake,
As his cloak rustles on, among the graves of our brethen.
His vision is blurred, yet his step is firm,
His mind unwavering, he strides along the path of the Seeker.

We know not what he sees, or what he is looking for,
But we know he will lead us, and we are prepared to follow.
To the ends of the earth, if that is what it will take,
To redeem our pride, and rebuild our egoes.
The horizon spreads endless, as the sun glows through,
Our sights are lifted, by the sight of our redemption.
As our souls revive themselves, he waits for us,
For the journey, is not yet over for the Seeker.

With verve on our lips, and strength in our hearts,
We climb the final barrier, and face the endless plains.
The sun bright behind us, the dust settling down,
Our sins have been cleansed, our hands are now steady.
Vigour back in our steps, we wait for his command,
And his cold smile, which has so inspired us.
For he has found his answers, beyond that silent hill,
The deeds left to be done, are waiting for the Seeker.

-Varun