Up on a hidden path on one lush green road There was a grand view of a glistening home. Gold glimmer and ancient royal ripples it showed

A cloaked man weary from escaping survival mode Heaved and gasped at the site. Alas, he could show emotion! This looked a humble abode.

Carefully the man approached, trying not to implode As he knew to not fall victim to his hopes Til now, his labors did not reap what he wished to have sowed

Touching the amber sun on the golden lode Glittery warmth circled and spilled to his lungs Took everything in him to not surrender to this feeling, to erode

Before he could reach the doorknob, his flashbacks started to goad That he, so filthy, did not belong in this bliss So he ripped himself from the warmth, and back on the long road he bestrode.