Young and bold he leaped forth,
With the power of youth at his back.
For he was the inheritor of this world
So, willingly he would attack.

Spurred on through the tales of past,
His was the passion of fire,
Deep into the world he charged fast,
Such was his burning desire.

Moving with purpose and haste
He drove forth with ambition and need,
Complete was his care not to waste;
For he was totally freed.

He stumbled, fell and stumbled more
Held by the tacit complicity of life:
He had marched through Hell's great door.
Emerging was his great strife.

He had tossed the key to his lock,
Hurled it away through his greed;
Now was this great block-
Stammering and starting to bleed.

Dark were the storms of his mind,
Festering in loathsome obsession,
Entranced by memories entwined-
Disfigured through utter suppression.

Hollow and totally coarse,
The light that shone brighter than all
Now flickered in total remorse,
Not answering to his previous grand call.

Though through darkness comes light,
Bound by the laws of accession,
So he would not be consumed by the night,
Nor bound by any great depression.

Life is but totally strange;
So he rose up and bowed around
Destined for some great change-
For his was soon to be found.