The Lone Wanderer
Location
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