He strode along the empty way
all alone but for a shady figure,
That walks beside,day after day
Also,smoking a cigar.
Wolves howled and dogs barked
Through the chilly cold night
The wind blew against the areas,scarred and marked
On the bare body that dragged on with all its might.
His face said a story,
far too tragic to be happened
And he never felt sorry,
for all that had happened.
All that was dear,
was no more near
He had lost everything!
And was left with nothing.
He strode on through the night
With a heart full of hatred,revenge and grief
He had decided that he couldn’t fight
But rather make it brief.
He walked on till he reached the waterfall
Where soon he would end,
his legacy,without waiting for his call
And death too, had a helping hand lend.