Some Faint Feeling of Rapture

Life: The insane revelry of misfortune. My steps echo across cobblestone alleyways. Bloodwashed and forsaken. Yet I stand as a dark victor, A valiant midnight soldier, Who sees the defeat of battles past as a twinkle to guide me to the distant star of completion. No wavering in my step as the cold gales brush my flesh like shards of glass. The tiny shards pricking my skin- Reminders of mortality, Of failure. Ah, the pain of progress! The distant thunder of the goal pounding melodically in my skull. The ever so distant sight that bursts my eyes to bleed with the strain. Yet it is there. Yet it exists. Yet I still wander, And in my wandering find some faint feeling of rapture.