Path of Thorns

He was a man of loneliness,
trapped his soul to the curse of dark.
He was an embodiment of death,
The chirping of birds left no mark.

A distant rage boiled inside him,
A lust continued to burn him to waste.
Repenting the mistakes of his ancestors,
His beaten soul could never take rest.

He always seemed detached from us,
His thoughts drifting somewhere distant.
I wish I knew what he saw in his dreams,
But I knew it was something I was no part of.

There were times when I wanted to have a life,
To look at the world & make memories of mine.
I walked through barren plains for a glimpse of sun,
All my life I saw it beneath a cavern,
The light so majestic, but never saw one.

Then he came to take me back,
I'm not sure if he was worried.
I saw him reaching out of darkness,
As light of dawn painted him red.

The sun rose over the horizon,
And I looked at his face.
I caught a glimpse inside his heart,
As he broke the silence.

I had dreamt of walking through an enchanted forest,
To find a place of ancient spirits & hear their hymn.
Where we will talk to each other & conjure in retreat,
Laying under the restless moon & together we would smile.