u/Bluefriday-guy

There I saw the bliss,
When heavens share the earth a kiss.

Saw the angels dropping still,
Like snow upon a frozen hill,
Then went by a cold yet calm chill,
That bent the flower, not its will.

Living the dream of the fallen man,
Holding dust in a trembling hand,
I saw the nature then I sat,
Where light and shadow gently chat.

Saw the sun burning down,
Like a king who lost his crown,
Never can I forget the thunder sound,
That shook the sky and split the ground.

I sought to become a traveller.
I ought to become a traveller.
I fought to become a traveller—
Until I got to become the traveller.

Oh, I saw the traveller—there was fun.
Oh, I saw the traveller—there was sun.
Oh, I saw the traveller—there was none.

Looked behind the traveller—there were some.
Further on, there was one.
At the end of the journey, there were none.

When the traveller reached his end, there waited one—
None other than the reaper,
Grim in presence, yet quietly slim.