The Great Scheme: The Wanderer's Journey

Lost in a desert filled with snow.
In a swamp filled with sand.
In a tundra so hot, I'm shivering.
Left for dead by the wolves.
Left to live alone by my loved ones.
Left to fight the wilderness...alone.
Left to the Lost...all is lost.
Lost I am among the shadowy trees.
Lost I am, among the scraggly mountain
peaks.
Lost to those who are left. Lost to
those who once knew me.
My face, fading in their memory.
Their face, burning in mine.
Where have you gone?
I need you now...
The mountain looks over me,
taunting my spirit.
Climb me! Scale me! I dare you!
My knees, gashed, my hands, numb.
Not even half way there.
Boulders grind my bones,snakes strike,
scorpions sting.
Halfway there now...
My last breath I breathe, I need rest.
A man descends, it is not your time!
A breath of life, I am reborn!
I crush them under foot, those vile
beasts.
A Wanderer I am no longer, but
a warrior, yes!
I want to enter the door, but there
is something the man wants me to do.
Go to those many who are in the valleys,
the prey for the wolves.
Tell them about the mountain, I must.
The mountain wolves will protect them
along the way.
No, not a warrior, a wandering warrior!