The Lost Traveller

Out in the woods , a traveller there stood , so alone and thirsty with not a bit of food . I took my hands out perhaps so I could reach him . And with almost no doubt of what could probably patch him . So I took out a loaf of bread perhaps so I could give it to him . His face was so dark and ominous and his eyes were so dim . “ Who are you ?” , I reached out first . With a face so stout and thin , “ I am just a nobody” said he with thirst , “I had to submit to the might of this green .” I asked , perhaps reading his life , “ Were you a victim of the world’s fishing ?” “I was not .” said he with a drive , “ But was of the system’s bewitching . I was a part of this world’s puppet rulers ; none with a word to say against me , I was drowned in power and greed , crushing them all , all like weeds . Suddenly I had a change in heart , perhaps with a sense of my sins , I tried to clean all the dirt , even by opposing one of my kin . Perhaps this weight was too big for me and thus I couldn’t set them free from this cycle of evil and greed . Thus I had to hide away and flee .” There was a pause in the traveller’s voice , which took a while for me to see . It was his eyes raining blood and his heart was too weak to be . I tried prying deeper , knowing it was wrong . “ And what happened next ?” I asked after long . “What else...” smiling , he said , “The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end .”