Update – I won the YouthExpress ScribeHunt prize for this poem in mid-2012.
This poem was inspired by the Crusaders’ search for Jerusalem during the middle ages. As they tried to cross the desert towards the holy land, they had only one companion – their faith.
This is my imagination of it…
The Darkness engulfs me as I ride through the night,
I hold my sword near, as if I’m in a fight,
But these are my own demons I run madly from,
Will this never end, will I ever see the light?
My fears gallop faster than my steed,
Floodwaters in my mind that never recede,
The night’s silent, but I hear its voice,
What are you searching, what do you need?
I ride faster; I cut through the mist,
My throat runs dry, I clench my fist,
An icy wind blows across the land,
I implore my heart – Please Resist.
I do not know what I’m searching for,
Is it fame; is it glory, or something more?
Is it immortality, or the curse of it?
Or is it Eden, like the tales of yore?
I turn back to peer into the void behind,
Winds swirling the sand of time,
Terror grips me as I turn around,
Is something chasing me, or is it in my mind?
I turn around, on the dunes I stand,
A speck of life on a barren land,
But nothing appears from the brown haze,
The infinite desert remains bland.
There was something there, I could have sworn,
Whatever it was, it seems gone.
I move on in the punishing terrain,
I trudge forward, and wait for the dawn.
Pain ebbs and flows, like storms on the sand,
As I keep looking for hope, a golden strand,
But it’s still dark and cold as ice,
In my lonely search for the Holy Land.