The Lonesome Wanderer

Against the waxing moon on the horizon
He stands proud above mortal men
A solitary sillhouette perched on the precipice
Surveying the land he has traversed

Through doom and gloom
Through trials and tribulations
He has come thus far
And has seen the worst of times

Let Fate laugh on the other side of His face
For he has trodden with great grit
With Providence laying obstacles on his path
With the Heavens blocking his lodestar

He has conquered the insurmountable
Reaching the apex deemed impossible
But no star showers him with limelight
But no one shares the joy of the lonesome wanderer