Nomad

He came a lonesome man;
a nomad from the an unkown land.
He was a hermit who took to the world, wandering,
in all it's wonders.
All he had was his companion;
the notions that held his psyche captive, along with that journal that at nocturnal he could scribble those notions that fell down from his soul like the shooting stars that fell while he slumbered beneath that moon.

Could he be welcomed into this new world?
Such thoughts once again crossed the tides of mounting pressure from the empty pages on the journal he sought to scribble upon.
Who was he to write to/about?
The femme fatale that sat by his side on one of his travels?

In all his travels he carried it;
the curse of loneliness.
If he had family no one knew them,
none is known of his natal;
the "nomad" they called him.
Legend has it, he dissapears into the night like a shadow at twilight,
he howls along with the hounds at the sight of the moon.