The Quest

I a wanderer, journey through three planes, searching for where to call mine. Lost in a belligerent and transient world, I D E S C E N D to an infernal region where dead men tell no tales. Words transmit like waves and movement is as swift as light. Silent as the foot of time in daylight Lively and cheery at moonlight. But! In this soul, I cannot dwell, for I have no right to mere men. Weak and weary, I struggle and triumph. Like a flash, I T R A N S C E N D and become one with sweet souls. Charming and alluring I am enticed by their smiles. To whom do I belong? Where do I fit in? Until I find my home The search continues in my afterlife.