Silently sobbing all through the night,
he dreamed of places far away,
Surplus land, abundant in love,
the reality, his aching heart evaded.

In fantasy, he found solace,
for his own world was distraught with pain,
monumental achievements demolished in an instant,
much as he cherished their hollow foundations.
But his adventure was lived short,
he had to face the wrath of fate,
vile in intent, perfect in shape,
a venomous spider had spun its web.

Trapped in the web of furious allegations,
his soul filled with deplorable discontent,
foul play was not his style,
but underestimated the transgressions of his fellow mates.

Nowhere left to reach now, he walked tirelessly,
along the direction of endless tunnel,
he kept on searching for a speck of light,
as the tunnel transformed into a spiral devoid of a center.