The Fable From The Unknown

Upon my youth, a downy friend did wait,

A gentle Duck, assigned to me by fate.

Through sunlit years and seasons grey and long,

It heard the sorrow in my spirit’s song.

Then came a Hound, with wisdom in its eyes,

A spectre born of its own past goodbyes.

They walked with me when I was halfway grown,

And taught me truths I had not faced alone.

Their existence held whispers of laughter and rain,

It swam through my sorrows, it danced in my pain.

It saw the tempests that my soul would make,

The trials borne for my own selfish sake,

They showed me scars, and how a heart could mend,

And for a time, I called those creatures friend.

But in my chaos, they could find no peace,

And sought from my dark company, release.

Until its constant heart, so worn and tired,

Gave up the ghost of all that it desired,

And in the silence, took its final flight,

Consumed by weariness, and endless night.

Turned away, with one last, mournful sound,

Back to the shadows where it first was found.

No chain did I fasten, no pleading I gave,

For freedom’s the gift both the lost and the brave.

In this chamber, where the embers die,

With no companion but a path to try,

I face the wraith of who I used to be,

And forge a new man from the tragedy.

No seed of hate within my soil is sown,

No bitter vengeance for a past I’ve known.

Just this cold quiet, and this solemn vow,

That I must speak, and must adhere for now.

No hate in my chest, no venom to weave—

Just the knowing that some souls are meant to leave.

Let it be known, by heavens high above,

I am done with this story and ready to move.

For any soul I touch, I turn to dust,

A fragile vessel, eaten through by rust.

The peace is mine, and I shall walk alone,

Upon this path of the unknown.

Now, I wander where new skies unfold,

A man forged in silence, without pain behold.