As tar went sunny days—noon gone midnight—
Each step so dimmed the line he dare try lay.
The sheen once set to show his walk failed light:
Did laugh the guideless haze asleep his way.
Tear fell his sight: the rain from a lone sky;
The Beast ravaged his bod, the soul there in.
To muddy dirt was he dead beat; thus lie
His butchered muscle—once firm pulsed—sliced thin.
Then woman lifted man, took grab his pith;
Warm hug encompassed, stored afresh the glow.
Paths two turned one: the past left gift to Myth;
This new sunshine the sole map they need know.
Took hands each, drew the other tight, held dear;
The road, fogged over, did then start to clear.
