No Stranger to Goodbye's

This is a lot different than my other blog entries, but as it is a creative thought that i'm writing i figure it will fit, at least for now.

I looked around all the faces today,

of those that will soon be gone,

my college friends, once family

we're all moving on

some will stay

some will go

and almost all of us return

but in different times, in different places

and yet the time still turns

i know i'll recognize them, and talk about them now and then

but the strangest thing, is the tears unshed, that will never happen again

when i left high school i cried inside, mourned all the years

mourned what was and could have been

but now i feel no tears

For because I've made them so many times,

I'm no longer a Stranger to Goodbyes.

Holding out

In a parallel dimension, where metaphor is life

in the heat of battle, fights a fully-armored knight,

He is alone, completely surrounded by his foes,

every turn he's fighting, no matter where he goes

Battered and worn, he swings as hard as he can

he is getting weaker, its all he can do to stand.

There is a brief reprieve, they have retreated for the night,

Their damage done, the demons have taken flight

Exhuasted, the knight kneels down, glad this is over...for now

The Lone Wolf

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

From time to time he'll find others

Run with them 'til the time is dead

But always he returns at night

No pack with which to lay his head

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

With Brother Eagle and Father Sun

Flying high above his way

The Lone Wolf can always find

The strength to run another day

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

And he will keep on running alone

Every day and every night

passing pack after pack

and through every fight

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

There are some he runs with often

Who come to his joy and aid

Who have stood by him night and day

But their tracks will eventually fade

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

For two years he'll run with Brother Eagle

Two years of his constant stay

And when he returns he'll have been born anew

A Lone Wolf Stronger, come what may

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

After this great journey

After this two-year Run

He will find a She-Wolf just like he

With the guidance of Brother Eagle and Father Sun

With Her a pack will be born

With Her a pack will stay

Until they become Lone Wolfs themselves

And leave to find their way

Alone in a dreary wasteland

Alone in company

Alone with pack, and pair, and pal

Alone, but not lonely

I see a man upon a hill,

his armour gleaming bright

her sits erect, stiff and stern,

though his face and eyes are kind

Head to toe in silver iron,

Right hand upon his sword,

blade unsheathed across his knees,

He keeps watch without a word

His eyes scans all around him,

every inch of a green sea

memorizing the lay of the land,

he knows where he will be

As he gazes upon his troops behind him,

Their hearts and faces fill with hope,

Ans his very presence there

Strengthens every frightened soul

They don't know who they will face

in this next endeavor,

but with Him, their leader, at their head

the odds are are in their favor

The earth shakes, a trumpet sounds,

a terrible thunder in the distance,

The foe, long awaited, has come at last

to meet their shining lances

Soldiers all, they look to the hill

and see Him standing proud

They stand ready, for his word

and leave no room for doubt.

They see the Enemy, a terrible host

innumerable as the sand

But no one moves, no one fears,

For neither do the shining man.

Then, he raises his sword,

and visor down, shield at ready,

plunges down the hill,

void of fear, and deadly

And right behind Him, his legion strong,

a silver flash on black

meet their enemy head on,

never looking back