The Tatterdemalion

Raggedy steps weave fate’s fabric in dilapidated perseverance. Shuffling tattered burdens across time. Shrouded in sins of eternity’s scrolling codex, martyr of that ineffable human blackness. Invisible in his plight, torn soul quests on endlessly, in search of the meaning of suffering.

Shallow breathes ruffled the motley, undulating aeons of decrepitness mirrored in entombed lungs. Hunched, as if containing some inner catastrophe; sinews perched for breaking the stranglehold of his existence. Each scraping grate of aimless mobility screeched dogged resilience; some inner Promethean light illuminating ink black wanderings. Humanity’s angel degraded in battered defeat, unable to relinquish the mantle thrust upon the wavering frequency of his shoulders. An inexorable beacon heralding the slow prospect of mortality.

Feet became dust worn miles, bleeding littered fabric in his wake. Desolation through hum drum, prophet sermons coat the dust upon deteriorating rags. Sun and moon sneering enfeeblement in bright luminescence; a constant he remained. Burdensome steps excavating subsequent strata, unraveling this mobile edifice. Layers peeling in protest, victims of perdition’s unrest. Core compass, that internalized fervor beat ever onward toward unknown.

Slight shudders announce direction as frenzied strokes of ardent pursual. Hellish rags spurned on now towards cosmic fate. Metamorphosing before trials of celestial design, sediment is near unveiling.

Ahead looms a vast maw, indelible void of light. Restlessly marching the dirge of his fate, ethereal onyx beckoning ever onward. Descending subterranean, fleeting cusp of light consumes the ghost of a shadow; now invisible. Arriving at last, a lone sapling bathed in jaundiced verdure, he kneels before its sickly phosphorescence. Bathed in an effulgent glow, now visible skeletal fingers rewind time’s signature; crucible’s unveiling.

Last threadbare cover falls horroshow at sapling’s base; noxious sulfur meets void opaque. Darkness looming over pallid twigs, lips meet lone bud. What withers is what remains.