Wanderer

After a battle long and hard fought

The mighty warrior gathers his thoughts

Making his way through a forest

Frozen winds blow like a torrent

Lonely and abandonned where his master once stood

Foraging for anything that might be considered food

Terrain is rough. and scarce was firewood.

The brave warrior walked for hours on foot

Legs sore and blissters filled with blood

But he carried on as a seasoned warrior should

A surge of hope flooded his heart

For he and salvation were no longer miles apart

Through the trees a light shined bright

The light of a campfire is just within sight

Does the warrior risk a fight ?

Or does he wallow and sink in his plight.