The Road of Apollyon

On this cold and light-stolen desert,

there will always be a solitary man,

known as a rogue warrior of the past

or the blind prophet of the unwanted,

who will take a dusty track made for him

in memory of an exultant failure.

No one dared to  follow him

or even ask about his destination,

for no one has ever truthfully found

the horizon of shifting conscience.

At the end of that invisible road,

something awaits his recurring return

with the void of his former face

draping on his volatile hands.

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