Luctufelix Odyssey

By Zayd Ahmad

Once upon a lonely night, I walked on a wide, washed-out road, reminiscent of the time, country carriages had passed by,

I walked and walked and walked, in a rotted town, swallowed by the ticking clock, till it was vacant and barren and ancient,

It had castles built across the streets, so finely built yet eroded by the splashes of the river time,

I walked fast with a flaming, nearly burned-out lantern, shining in the decaying evening,

I walked and walked and walked, till I reached the gloomy medieval gates which had a broken wooden hawk atop,

I stood and pushed and puffed as they opened, I stood stunned as I saw a calm countryside,

I stood and watched the endless plain, such a sunny, serene sight, I fell in love with the plain,

I ran and ran and ran, in the tranquil untamed site, till I reached a mountain high,

Higher than any I had seen before, so serene it stood, I sat there and I felt, the grass, so smooth, so good,

The mountain long, it stood so strong, A sleeping God it was,

Sunlit and foggy, in all its grace it stood, holding a gigantic cosmic ball at top, I wanted to touch it’s peak,

I climbed and climbed the mountain wild, as the countryside air turned frost filled,

I climbed and climbed the mountain wild, as my blood became one with ice,

I climbed and climbed the mountain wild, until I reached the cosmic ball,

I looked up and tried to snatch it, but,

It was still too far away for me to pry

By Zayd Ahmad