A man
Now free as a bird,
Given her gifts of which he ban
Himself away from.
Lost to the world's depths.
Wandering in search,
Either undead or claimed by a million deaths.
Steps must be taken before a journey's end.
Until walked the burning distance of hell itself, desire must be put aside.
Forgotten.
Now each step for each sin of which can be seen haunting at his side.
The end is too far to be seen, but it is known.
A chest, stitched back together like shattered glass,
He bares the marks as the price.
Gifted and cursed until the times pass,
His own beating heart locked away in the box.
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
until he's paid his debt.
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A study in Poetry
PoetryIn this (originally) never ending book of poetry, explore the various different perspectives and conflicts that haunt a diverse cast of characters ranging from the adventures of a western gunslinger time traveling through a strange apocalyptic world...
