Where earth meets the sky with endless embrace;
Onto it, a lone wanderer seeks the unknown's face.
In this vast realm of dreams,
his heart found a twisted nest,
Like Prometheus; stealing fire,
soaring in a spiritual quest.
Rolling with fate's winds; a voice calls out from afar,
Atlas of spirit, burden of jostling secrets by the star.
Blood Rivers like his veins,
life's pulse feels true,
And the stars above guide
the darkest night, we grew.
He dreams Western plains, echoes in each stride,
Mirrored his spirit's vastness, where utopia reside.
With mythical guides, in the soul's endless ride.
In Western plains' expanse,
secrets to unroll,
Found not just the world,
but the depths of his soul.
With💙
©chrysanthemum