"The Wanderer"

One of darkness, one of snow,

Where did all your friends go?

Lost in the moment

Of their fleeting dispositions

You're destined to wander,

Searching for what's not there.

A mirage is all that's left

You're all but grasping at the empty air

But all you'll find

Is the sand that's slowly falling through your hands.


You've been exiled

Isolated to the very wastelands of your mind.

A desert forever lost.

Your sole purpose,

Your only contentment,

Is that slight glimmer of hope, deep within your heart.

That hope, once bright, has since been dimmed

In disarray

Forever more, you are The Wanderer.