Existence, fleeting like snow
Like railways, our lives intersect
We were meant to meet, to cross each others paths
Time is infinite, a never ending string
forever unwinding.

Long luxurious locks, floating in the wind
wild guard with the masked face, eyes of sharp obsidian
and salient sword
It is a thing of cruel beauty, of glinting silver and a handle  the colour of starless midnight
It drips, an offering of crimson to the starving Earth
"Drink" he whispers lovingly "How is it that we left you to your crippling hunger?"
Thunder crackles in approval as Earth is appeased and he rumbles with laughter, electrified by lightning
and rain falls quenching its arid surface
A smile graces his face and light his wild eyes of molten obsidian
He walks, away from the bodies that fed Earth, their blood soiling his boots
back into the darkness that feeds the monsters and nightmares

Through the mirrors and window panes, I seek you.
You, my eternal torment and salvation
I feel your presence, drink the scent of your essence brought by generous winds
Warrior, your valour knows no bounds, your war cry loud as thunder
I follow your every step and shadow
I see you, at night, in turbulent dreams, haunted by the allure of your captivating eyes
They see through me ,past me, your smoky eyes so full of want and charm.
There, its always there you're looking at.
What do you see?
Do you not notice me? My yearning for you?
My home is in the shadows, my solace your glow
Oh how I want you.

Frost and Ice
Shivers as I thread darkness
The cold descends, chilling and alive
Yet here I stand, in the cold I so despise
It resonates within me, frozen time and life hanging from an icicle
I stand, waiting for it to thaw, my heart becoming encased
Frosty, void of all love and life, my eyes shards of glass and ice

Filtering sunlight leaves glitter fluttering over my face.
I am content
Wanderer, a lost soul forever in flight.
Memories flicker and nostalgia hurts.
A hunter, warrior, face covered from the sand, hair flying in the desert winds.
Gazing up into the distant stars.
I know the one he seeks.
I see Orion, our compass.
Our reminder that we both lie under the same night sky.
The stars our guide,the wind our messenger we trek our solitary paths
Hoping to meet again, on the other side, where the birds sing songs of glory.