The Epic of [redacted]

Uncannily unrepentant – with no spare glance at the underlying
the unnecessary needling of nightly unease
Forward! He’d told himself, forge on, and they will follow.
And so they do, their sunlight’s beam in the fog of suspicion
But the fog thickens. Thankless crowds, thorns on the hero’s path
An end in sight only in absolutes, resignation to the elements.
Resignation, then? A recurring answer, if one follows the relevant stories
Or double down, and lead down the path till damnation
while the fog thickens further? Similarly frequent.
Equally undesirable. And at every turn
the by-passes beckon: Why not both?
Why not neither? It’s enough now; no more.
One day, the fates fold their cards, the hero leaves
the story unfinished.

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