• The Wanderer

    Upon finding her beaten bloodied body,
    Crumpled in a heap on the floor,
    Cold as death covering her body,
    He fell to his knees in agony for the loss.
    Screaming out his anger.
    He stood and hunted down her killers.

    Years later as he slit the jugular of her last murderer,
    His eyes opened to the crime he had committed.
    He sought the Light,
    And upon finding that the light could not help,
    He cursed and destroyed it.

    Now treading from battle field to battle field,
    Dealing death to all that confront him.
    He lives for nothing but a memory,
    As he seeks a false redemption for his crimes,
    To live with her once again in Paradise.