In a black trench coat a figure makes his way to the thorn tree to post a thought then leaves as oddly as he came
I have searched and found nothing
I dream and looked for something.
It is gone from my mind
I feel as I was left behind.
I draw a breath of the morning air
And glanced up with a longing stare.
MY life is gone my name astray
But something will be anew coming each day.
left below it lies a symbol
dagger and sword crossed
I have searched and found nothing
I dream and looked for something.
It is gone from my mind
I feel as I was left behind.
I draw a breath of the morning air
And glanced up with a longing stare.
MY life is gone my name astray
But something will be anew coming each day.
left below it lies a symbol
dagger and sword crossed
