Dusk

Each moment born of pilgrim's stride
worn with belief's borrowed spectacles,
doubt's wilderness travailed by vision's dawn,
heart aloft the grasp for promise of cloudy prize.

Eyes paint the trail through sacrifice's graveyard
with the brush of mentor's ethereal hues,
groans of buried corpses silenced
by the sounds of passion's thudding steps.

Dusk brings the death to lore
made of myth preached as truth,
disciple stranded at altar at last rejected
after being carried on back,
weight digging into flesh,
leaving its bloody wounds
screams from pain
muffled during despair's chants for miracle.

Darkness combs in piercing bites of fatal knell
to trust's chiming in the spirit,
a vagabond survivor
stands in the shards of conviction's vase,
left abandoned by those who claimed
their journey led to euphoria.

Grave dug for cadaver of dreams,
cynicism nomad shuffle's along a mourner's sojourn
into the valley of disillusionment's eve.