The Lost One
Posted: 20 Mar 2011 16:31
Eyes dark as onyx
Hands rough as rock
He stands in the dead of night
Stars shining bright
The only company he’s ever had
Alone he walks
Dead, cold streets
Wind slaps his face
Past creeps into his mind
Scars on his back
Memories of battles, lost and won
Wings turned black
Tattered with pain and hurt
Thrown away from home
Will he ever find his way back?
Hands rough as rock
He stands in the dead of night
Stars shining bright
The only company he’s ever had
Alone he walks
Dead, cold streets
Wind slaps his face
Past creeps into his mind
Scars on his back
Memories of battles, lost and won
Wings turned black
Tattered with pain and hurt
Thrown away from home
Will he ever find his way back?