All of the Roads This Bold Rambler Took

All of the roads this bold rambler took were narrow and dark; a half-moon hung very low displaying its melancholic mood never turning mellow... it had a perplexed glance as if it wondered how he mistook its somberness as an anticipation to foretell sorrow, which showed often when it appeared as a merrow... wallowing in gleaming waves with brooding tones that injected more fear into his strong bones! How lost he seemed without any star, flickering from the Void, to guide his footsteps; he often tripped and prevented a fall with a tactic learned trekking through mountains: when agility and strength were essential to his survival skills! How he looked above to interact with someone he dearly loved, who had gone beyond without a chance to say " Farewell, " leaving many words on his tongue never spoken to dispel how untrue her affection was whenever he sought truthfulness, or proof that she had kept her vow as pure as her loveliness! All of the roads that this bold rambler took were the foreshadowing of events to come to shape his fate, and as adverse as they would have been, he felt no immediate need to alter it by accepting challenges and fighting off his rivals filled with implacable hate; which antagonist force controlled his will? Did he overlook his sensibility...was he mocked for being too honest? Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci