Roland

His deep blue eyes,
Hold the secrets,
To pain and hatred.
His face is wrinkled,
And well aged beyond his years.
No laugh has emitted,
From his mouth,
In ages.
A smile is a memory
That died along with HER.
And pleasure is long forgotten.
He is but an empty shell,
Kept alive for one,
And only one reason.
His gaze is held on one thing,
The Dark Tower,
And his long,
And lonely,
Quest for it.