Windswept into an unknown journey,

One that many others take,

Every path is different,

But never is our fate,

It is inevitable.

He stands there at the end of the road,

After patiently waiting,

Attired in a black tinted cloak,

He remains there,

gazing into your eyes that will forever tell a story,

Of how you managed to make it down this beautiful road,

You brandish his hand and continue onward,

And merge onto the highway of the underworld,

May your footprints lay forever in the pavement.


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