One

Thru the shadows,

Alone wanders one.

Tall and lithe, donning a black cloak,

Crimson hair and Fiery Red Eyes,

Are all that are seen.

Continually moving onwards,

Even with allies,

The one is alone.

Seeking a pathway home,

For somewhere to belong.

No easy way out,

A continuous struggle.

Yet one never looses hope,

One believes all that must be believed.

All ways forwards, to home,

To joy,

And to war.