Over dusty roads he travels on his journey of life, his heart is steadfast his mind set on delight
dressed all in black a silver sword at his side, to hack his way through forests of untruth and lies
he traverses lost continents of the mind, in dreams, sages sends him visions through time
he walks at ease amongst both kings and peasants, diamonds, gold, silver and pearls are not his treasures
he knows that worldly things are not a true measure, and that flesh is merely window dressing at best
his strong steady hands can soothe those in need, but woe those who supports evil in thought or in deed
He scorns the traps set for the unwary in the world of illusions, and nimbly navigates his way through the maze of confusion
that although verdant and green to the gaze of the watcher, holds a serpent at its centre to poison those who dare enter
he strives for the gifts of wisdom purity and a true heartand when he falls he gets up and turn back to the path
