The time has come for the returning,
I have been away, far too long;
For God knows what?
For ‘that’ obscure lost thing
I have stood on many battlefields,
Loved on distant shores,
Broke bread with beggars,
And with kings.
I have been in their treeless deserts,
Crawled through the dust,
Of drought soaked lands;
Walked in forests
Where Eden could have grown,
Listened to false whispers,
While ignoring those of truth,
Had my colours trampled on –
By those without a soul.
My skin is scored with many scars,
My mouth, crushed by many lips;
And sometimes I think
I hear voices in my head;
I have distilled fear in others,
But also drunk from that same cup,
Fate has taken many of my friends –
And left me here undead.
© (Löst Viking) ( December 2015) John Anthony Fingletonhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Löst-Viking/746104845419195