The Two Companions Poem by Brent McBride

A wretched soul is wondering through the darkness all alone, each footstep haunted by the black abyss of the unknown.
Yet by his side there still abides companions faithful there, unseen as a ghostly dream his sorrows they will share.
Enduring through the passing years these, ' Two ' will ever stay, through the twilight of the night until the break of day.
In the horror of the, ' Witching Hour ' or quagmire down below, his two companions ever keep a vigil for his soul.
When at last his spirit soars beyond the clouds and rain, he'll bid farewell to his companions, ' Loneliness and Pain! '



B.D. McBride