To Never Waver

I've seen you walk that path, the one between life and death. I've seen you wander that road, lost more than knowing what to do. I've been with you all the way, winding my way through the land, and tasting the peaches, swollen and full, hanging from those green trees. But I've, oh I've been the only one nibbling on the sweet grass, plucking berries from the bush. I've the only one to reap the rewards of this long, long journey.
I've seen you crumble, and I've seen you starve. Your cheeks are hollow, my dear. Your hair is falling out in clumps. Your wrists are daisy chains waiting to be crushed. I've eaten all your nourishment; I've stolen all your water. You're food for the dogs, if you're worth even that. But you amaze me, you know that you do. Though I've walked this path with you, and though I've done my best to grind you to the bones, you've kept your spirit going.
The birds in your chest haven't flown free, I see. They still flutter in your breast; I still see your gasping breaths. You haven't fallen, and I can tell you don't plan too. Though your steps are weak, they still leave an imprint in the soil.
They still stand like imprints on the moon.
Your eyes are sunken, but they sparkle, oh how they're like stars. I know, I know that look in your eye. I can see what you have in store. You know you will not lose. You know you will not give into my will. I know you can make it, and I KNOW you know I know you can make it. The sharpened tongue has lost its edge, and my words now fall short. Sticks and stones may hurt your bones, but I see my words will do no harm, anymore. My leeching of your energy has given still; your blood is all gone. I know it is. Yet, you still live.
How can you travel when you've nothing to gain? How can you keep going, when dying in the shadows is much easier than the pain you've to endure from me? Why can I still see those imprints in the soil?
Like imprints in the moon.
The look on your face tells me all. I see that determination, despite your fear. I see that disgusting look of hope, that disgusting revelation to make it through the end.
Does the fear of hell drive you on? Does the fear of giving your soul to the ones who will crush you…frighten you? Do you wish to make it to the end of your journey?
You see that light; I know you see that light, I know you see that disgusting light! I know you can see that prize, I know you can see that treasure, that reward, for making it to the end, for surviving, for completing that stupid quest of yours, even if your half dead. Even if your half dead, even if you're dying, you still…move…onward.
Why? What is this concept that I do not understand? What is this drive--this power-- that seems to consume you? What is it that seems to fulfill you? To make you whole?
I feel as if I am powerless against such a thing, against such a powerful, powerful thing. To feel weak, is not a good feeling, especially when I know I'm so strong. I have all of your power! So why, why do you keep going, as if there is nothing to stop you, when the whole world is baying at your heels?
I have given in, I suppose. I feel as if I can go no further on your journey. This tale is for you to tell, and no other.
So here I leave you--you and your undeterred determination. Here I must say good bye. Do not give into the chaos around you, or the serpents hissing in your ear. Stay on the straight and narrow, on that path that never wavers. Keep your confidence; keep your hope, for your journey has only just begun.