The dark hag beacons him,
urging him to ride her brother's pale horse to that cold inn. To put
his burdens, pain and cares down- to rest full and dark. No companion
is there to urge him on, not for a long time. No faith keeps him on his
journey, no hope for a lighter load tomorrow. Only duty to the
innocent holds him to his steepening path. Few joys have have lightened
his burdens, few companions have traveled with him for long. Each joy
and companion he treasures as he journeys down the path looking forward
to the next unexpected treasure around the next bend.
He considers his pains and
his desires, then hikes up his burdens to continue down the path he is
on. Pains, sorrows and loneliness travel on with him, but
he continues. There is still joy to be found and the possibility of
companions on this road before he rest. The fork in the road is never
too far ahead to take, but for now he will wait to rest in his narrow
bed.
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