Poetry, Structured Free Verse, Wayfarer Chronicles 2013


Hope is his voice,
Love his word.

yet to traverse
insurmountable pain,
a slash of a sword
turned upon
The True One…

a battle not his.

I spared him, saved him,
assisted his escape
from Darkness in Other Life

crashed to the ground for him,
haunted by battle this day,
now I cannot stand,
nor walk to him

there is no dignity,
no grace,
only crawling, broken.

There must be healing
or the path ahead will succumb
to the Shadows.

© Luis Royo
Artwork © Luis Royo

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