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The Thread of Hope



The path ahead stretches dark, 
Where the monster awaits eagerly!
Hold your sword in an iron grip
And tighter yet, this thread, oh warrior thee!

As you unfurl the string, behold this elaborate maze, 
Where beginning and end are lost to sight,
Built to confuse, trap, and devour the naive,
Be certain to hold on with all your might!

Step into it with your head held high,
Do not be scared, for the beast senses fear!
Bravery, the true weapon of a warrior,
Hold it in your heart as you draw near!

There, listen, the roar of the beast!
Even as your blood freezes in fright,
Oh Warrior, remember to never turn back!
Hold on to your sword, and prepare to fight!

As the fiend spots you and draws closer,
With glowing eyes, dark as Death's,
Soldier thee, never surrender,
Hold your gaze as you glimpse at its depths!

There a tear, here a slash, charge ahead
And battle the beast clawing at you!
When pain creeps in and blood gushes out, 
Hold on, the way out is through!

When the beast lays slain, and you are yet lost
Unable to fathom night from day,
Fear not, hero thee, for in your hand
You hold the thread that guides your way!

And then begin your journey back
To the door lies fastened the tether,
The red thread, wind it in your hands,
That tie which holds us together!

My companion in this journey of life,
With its ever complex ways of right and wrong!
Where even the string of fate is left forgotten,
This thread of hope will hold us forever strong! 


- Pavithra Seshadri

Image source: Google Images

Mythological reference: Ariadne and Theseus (Greek)





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