He looked upon the farthest shore
Into the deepest abyss he gazed
For a glimpse of the gods of lore
A chance to view, to stand amazed
He had searched far and wide
All his senses sharp, on the lookout
Never had he chosen either side
With a pure heart, he always sought
To refute or prove, once, for all
With unbiased and clear a mind
Faced he, many a stumble and fall
Undaunted, he sought their kind
On a lonely moonlight silver plain
He saw a speck of red, so far away
Over earth, which never felt any rain
Bright flash on dark sky, it simply lay
Miles beyond count, a weary path
The earth rumbled, sky thundered
Impending doom, nature’s wrath
Hidden chasms to trap, he floundered
At the very end, an empty campfire
Neither mortal or Immortal, saw he
A blink of an eye, hope turned to ire
A gleam, a glitter, on the ground, a key
Unadorned and unmarked it was, drab
Lying atop a plain wooden cabinet
Picked it up did he, with quick a grab
No fireworks lit or blaring trumpet
Using the key, the box lay wide open
An old and cracked mirror lay inside
He felt his anger grow, swell and ripen
All his hopes, dreams rudely dashed aside
His mind clouded over, he screamed
Shouts reverberated with malice
Tears welled in his eyes, he cried
Turned to the mirror, seeking solace
The mirror reflected his face, weary
Beaten and bruised, scarred all over
It broke into a smile, so small and sly
After all this, his search was finally over
He had found his God, lying inside
His God had been waiting, seeking him
His problems could be solved, Beside
The light that wasn’t, was now not so dim
He walked back home, upright
His God walked with him, in him
Everything wrong, was made right
The light would, now, never get dim
