The Wanderer's Fate Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Upon the hills so wild and high, A lone man rode beneath the sky. His heart was torn, his path unknown, Yet still he rode, still he was thrown.

The stars above, they whispered soft, Of love once lost and winds aloft. The road was cruel, the nights were deep, But dreams still called when he would sleep.

A silver voice, a distant song, Had called him back where he belonged. Yet love and fate would not be kind, For time had left his past behind.

Upon the shore, his hands grew weak, For echoes spoke, but lips were meek. A heart once burned in love so true, Now lost in waves, beneath the blue.