Irony

Loneliness.

 Looking on eagerly, shadowing the weary pilgrim, hoping for a friend in him.

 Like the black hole creating a void in the celestial river, sucking in all that matters around.

 He waits for his new friend to relent, his persistence is ever impressive.


Pilgrim.

 A vulture's prey it resembles as his life dwindles and disappears like footprints on sand.

Arduous and long, the road seemed to be. Jaded and spent, he soon shall tarry.

As loneliness calls him by name, he looks back and responds, "Better with you, than no one at all."