faithful soldier

a man walks not knowing where,
feeling neither joy nor dispair.

behind him he leaves barely a trace,
but there you see on the map of his face,
a billion stars collide and burst,
which was it that his glance struck first?

his god seems not to obey,
this faithful mans whim and sway,
through the heavens he will traverse,
though his devotion be perverse.

his spirit will rise with his death in vain,
and shall weep, for his god is not the same.