The Lone Wanderer

Fri, 01/03/2014 - 13:17 -- CpnSlow

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He walks this road

Nobody to stand beside him

He pulls his cloak

Tighter about him

But that cloth

Can’t save from the cold inside

The pain and sin and loss

He’ll never leave behind

Like the friends and loves

He has lost once again

The sound of just two boots says

This is the loneliest he’s ever been

With but a few to aid him

A dark hood conceals his eyes

Paints him a stranger

Makes his personality a strange surprise

People whisper at his approach

As if his hands hold a wicked blade

Perhaps if he’d but lift the cover?

No, they’d scatter at his gaze

The monster he truly is

Or would they see the man within?

Flawed, but a fighter and healer

Would he become human again?

Or would he lose his friends?

Or be forgotten by himself?

Can he keep it all, press on?

Will he be overwhelmed?

Yet another question

Is this where he will reside?

The one could be here

He might find the destiny inside

Thoughts swirl in the cold

All this haunts his mind

All that he can know

Is that he’s done what’s right

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