Afar the hunter rises to tread
the path above, while I stand down
below and marvel, bound by my
humility.
Am I, a man of lower birth,
fit to tread his path? He shines
above us all, but I am bound
below.
His thrice jeweled belt is seen by all
and children call his name. Oh, who
below can rise and follow on such
a plane?
Ready the ship! Prepare to rise
and meet him where he stands. Tonight
I’ll meet him face to face upon
that plane.
The world I know melts away,
but still we fly ahead. Afar
I see him smile from his perch
and laugh.
“Oh foolish man who tries to tread
my path: to walk where those immortal
stand. Mark how far you have
to fall.”
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