In The Light of a Red Dwarf

Afternoon, all. I’ve got a little something for you today. I really hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

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In The Light of a Red Dwarf

There is a beauty in the tragedy of it all,

like diamonds shorn from rough stone

and polished,

flawless, even. 

The man did walk,

ensheathed by his dark and mottled felt cloak,

across these fields of diamonds.

No use for them now.

And so he trudged along on no path at all,

the whispers from the stones and the cracked desert beneath his feet,

carrying with him no small burden

to a destination he did not know.

There is a distant mountain,

perhaps like the one before,

shone in the glory of one perpetual and orange dusk.

He would climb it,

and then climb another,

and another yet still,

for there is no path but the one he is on

with virtue as his guide.