Lone Stranger

by Nov 21, 2006Poetry

It thunders, roars, quakes the solid land.
People run in fear and hope that they can escape it’s wrath.
Most have homes under ground in hopes of being able to keep their lives
But he knows that no one is safe no matter where they are.
He walks in the storms, tall, dark, and strong.
A cloak as his only protection he climbs to the tallest mountain.

There he stands, one lone figure among the storm.
And what does he do?
He spreads his arms and raises his head to the swirling sky.
He talks to the heavens when they are weak crying,
"I’ve walked this earth for it’s treasured depth and have found
That every thing on it is treasured and sacred. Even with this knowledge
I am alone, no woman has captured my spirit.
Why be so cruel to a heart such as mine?"

With this he falls to his knees as lightening strikes the ground near him,
Yet he doesn’t move or flinch.
He sits there in the storm listening to it rage.
From behind he hears a voice call out. It’s a woman wrapped in her cloak.
"Do you want to catch your death?" She yells pulling him up off his feet.

He shakes his head and follows her to the town.
There she buys him a warm drink and talks to him.
He smiles at her the whole while, I’ve found my woman, he thought.


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