With Not A Place

Gaunt and frail
He heaved a heavy sigh
His strength waned
Rigid with grief
Active, stayed his mind

 

Once a man of daring and courage
Devoted to peace, loyalty, sacrifice
As seasons paraded past, his soul darkened
Frustrations and regrets nipped at him
Like an open wound festering with an infection

 

Fullness to nothing, he had become
With not a place to call home
Mounting his horse, settling firmly on the saddle

 Peered ahead, with an easy grace
At the misted Mountains. At the sparkling dew

 

Urging his horse away
From the old city, from his past
Not looking back
Not now.
Not ever.