The man who walked

Once there was a man who walked
Oft across the dark path
For no fault of his
Yet twas he who chose
Where he tread and where he walked.
There was once a time
When his bold and courage
Drove him to the top of where
all the world he could see
He mastered himself
Through offering and goodness
Swore against vice
Yet was still the man who women sought
For with him, there hearts and minds they buried.
Still long ago driven by deception and pain
He looked to free his worthless soul
Which grew tainted by clouds of dark
He wept but the past could not be buried
Which was when he had a spark.
Still earlier, there was a boy who grew
His laughter on the court remained
He had comfort and love and joy and riches
Sweet sparkling eyes, fixed in a frame.
Like two halves of a whole, it twists and turns indefinitely
All of good is devoured by evil
But good rises up again
For the man who walks in darkness
Will one day no more take that path again