The Wanderer.

I wandered from land to land,
miles and thousands did withstand.
Came across the beautiful world,
sights exquisite and untold.
Met a few good people on my way,
whom i did a handful of pray.
They fed me with strange fruits,
and glassful drinks of peculiar roots.
I passed across that land,
still miles to withstand.
Then I came to the land of dead,
could hear even the cries of unsaid.
Witnessed totally mangled people,
with broken bones and skull.
Witnessed burnt live on the way,
nor a difference of night and day.
Yellings of help haunting me,
intractable reaction unbearable to see.
And there lied in the ground,
without a motion or a sound.
A woman with red curly hair,
a maiden such beautiful and fair.
Her body seemed all bandaged,
but placidly she had managed.
I watched her open mouthed,
left me speechless single breathed.
Then she saw me and looked up,
staring at her I could not stop.
And then she gave a broken smile,
just for a second or a while.
Left me struck with amazement,
by her silent untold statement.
As if she was satisfied,
what life did provide...
I wandered from land to land,
miles and thousands did withstand.
Came across the enigmatic world,
sights explicit and untold.
Met strange peoples on my way,
went through an ordeal can hardly say...

Always by,
Neo.