Wandering Man
He stands alone, tall dark and proud
Emmiting an aura of powerful rage
The wandering man, so lost, so distant
So many secrets hidden in his face
He is like fire, a legend burned throughout history
As old as forever and ancient in time.
Is he the one who will save us? The wandering man,
Weary traveler, never to reveal his name?
Is he the one called to be our protector? The wandering man,
Always rescuing the damned with no thanks in return?
The sad savior alone in his pain, yet
An urge to fight for the lost souls surrounding him.
He never stops, he never stays,
But he has come to save, to protect, to rescue us.
He is the wandering man, proud dark and tall
He is wonderful.
This is a poem I wrote last year for my duel credit english class. I don't think I ever turned this one in, but I really liked it and figured I would post it here. I love free verse poetry (a poem that does not have a set rhyme scheme) and want to know what you guys think. Thanks for reading :)
