Saturday, November 19, 2011

Keep Walking

From the day I go,
Into the night I walk,
Leaving behind the crimson row,
Trying to kill the prey I stalk.

The winds are a mighty blow,
And nights are dark and cold,
starry night a hazy flow,
and I immitate a very old.

The full moon a distant dream,
So blackness makes it difficult to stare,
No silver shining on the stream,
I know not I go where.

It is the pain I guess,
That presses me to trod,
Makes me forget the stress,
Into a horizon, which is broad.