The Traveler

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Red Wolph Literature


This poem describes the main character in my fantasy story called Michael the Traveler.

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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The Traveler

Stretched across a thousand worlds,
His heart near burst to splinters:
Trapped inside a plane of grey,
Entombed in endless winters.

The world traveler was he
Between the intersections,
Searching for her ruby eyes
Or parts of her reflections.

Guided by her calling voice,
He sought to find her pieces,
Bind them in a single gem,
And unify the creases.

Time nor space could tarry him,
For atop them he would stroll:
Between two hearts, he’d signal,
And the crossroads he’d control.

Nevertheless, a darkness
Despised the facets of her,
And so it sought to crush him
Forever within a blur.

Patient, it waits on the edge
Between nothingness and all
With watching dark, empty eyes
And a soul-bereaving call.

The traveler must needs bleed
Within, without, and beyond
Lest he become darkness too
And more nothingness be spawned.

One wisdom is left to him
That he may overcome wrath.
Ice, fire, and blood are all one:
The doorway to every path.


© Copyright 2018 N. M. Rudolph. All rights reserved.

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