@ The rOaD he WaLkS @

The road is lonely,
Dark & fearsome...
He walks in woe,
beside him a dark figure lurks....
Is it his past or the shadows of his future?


The rustling of the leaves,
The beam of the moon,
The whispering of the crickets,
Amongst all this the Zephyr,
Carrying his wounded soul...
So that it may mend his shattered heart....but why?
To be hurt again....


*Laughs*


The Withered pages of a Book,
He once held close to his heart...
Looked upon by many,
Followed by a few,
" The Book Of L O V E "


It brings him nostalgic memories,
It brings him blissful pain,
It brings him forgotten faces,
It brings him promised words,
A mirror of his past....



The Road he walks,
is lonely, Dark & Fearsome...

Though the wrinkle on his face...
Says an entirely different story to the world!


*Smiles*
*Closes Book*