Welcome, Strange Wanderer Poem by jose felix

The crown is the rise.

A quake must be war.

Blood falls as rain.

Yet no one has fallen.

I will wait.

The worst crossing the plain.

And through it all.

The chaos and flames.

I will wait.

See through the eyes of a dove.

This vision is clear.

The smoke has risen.

The skin on my face.

Beaten and scarred.

With a wind grasping my hair.

We had won.

And through it all.

My friends i've lost.

The love i kept through.

These brothers who fought.

Near death, lying in the fields.

I think of you.

As i stare at the sky.

My blood streaming through the grass.

I fought for you.

For the crown.

For myself.

For us.

See far through the wilderness.

And the wise say to go.

The scared lock their doors.

To the sun i shall walk.

And i will wait.

Wherever you may be...