Welcome to my writing thread. Some of these pieces are pretty old, but feel free to browse through and comment on any of them. Hopefully a tid bit will catch your fancy. The Grey Pilgrim
I see a man walking now at the head of a storm.
Clad in grey he rides the surge,
oblivious to the incoming rain.
His face is an hardened mask,
for he is firmly set upon his errand.
A dark staff he grasps in his hand,
a heavy sword hangs from his belt,
he is a fighter, there is no doubt.
Through fresh emerald fields he treads,
his cape swirls out behind.
In the distance a ray of light can be seen,
opposing the incoming storm.
They clash in the emerald fields,
the fate of one side to be decided.
Who the reconciler will be is unsure,
though there is no doubt he will be great.
In the meantime the Grey Pilgrim will wander,
continuing his search for the being that will end the turmoil.