>>> A blanket of stars stretches out...

... and covers the world from horizon to horizon as a darkly glowing figure descends down the trodden path.

Though dark and troubled the path may be,
the light at travel's end that i seek soon shall i see,
even as the trail is o'er run with thorns most vile,
I shall trudge e'er on along this stretching mile.

For though this journey may be fraught and end sharp,
sweet cherubs shall sing and play upon golden harps,
once I reach journey's end and its rich green fields,
and there will peace lay, a blanket of stars that shields.

_{Written while in a state of drooping wakefulness and exhausted sleep.}