Silhouette of Life

A misty path all through ahead Quite uncommon, quiet was the way Moonshine, the guide to his dark forlorn destiny Marionette played by an unseen unknown. Enigmatic enjambment, enmeshed he was Left in the middle of somewhere, alas New faces, hard facers, these phases are great His quest for the treasure with no knowledge begun. All that is left now is a whorl of hope, To get through the labyrinth, this misanthrope. One day, the bootless might be well-heeled The secret lies there he'll say Finally revealed. Take a look at your past, your awry trail You never get a second chance and thereby hangs a tale.