And the story continues....

There was a Traveler
searched woods for air
for food, for love.
Wandered along,
Followed air, wrote books.
Only of tragedies,
of life devoid of love,
feared his loneliness.
Cursed the darkness,
& the beauty of the jungle
all in a book.

One day, Traveler was killed
by the jungle, its beauty, its predators.
With few breaths remain
Cursed more his love-lessness
his loneliness, its beauty.
Wrote last few lines
of his recluse, a tragedy.

Hunters found him dead,
alone in the mud,
Sat with him instead.
He was not alone now,
But dead too
"Leave him be", said the chief.
And the Traveler,
continued the life,
just the way
described in his book.