Tangerinecat - Spell

Neither hope, nor light, nor place, nor choice for him remain
Just the road to nowhere winding on
Not a soul, nor friend, nor comrade to spur him on
Maybe it's because the night was black as pitch
And he said that now there is nothing left to fear

And he went into new towns and unfamiliar places then
Strange alleyways he found waiting to greet him and
The walls of the buildings whispered their stories
And their secrets known only to few were revealed unto him

And the world was in awe of his art inconceivable
Not to burn in the fire
Nor freeze in the chill
Nor be soaked in the rain
Nor lost in the fog
To see in the dark
Like a bird take flight
And not to die