I went on an epic excursion, procuring nonpareil treasures and paragons of comestibles
Inquiring the misty auras that laid far beyond the grasp of my cognition
Through morbid winters past asperous wretched scorches burnt into my soul of being
Slowly hope commenced in a wiliting serenity
But thither ahead stood a mirror of a eternal glances
I had discovered what the existence I yearned didn't exist
I stared for years and saw I was not there