Desolate Ronin

Hungry, ravaged, and cold stricken,
I find myself standing towards a steep edge
An edge with jagged rocks and a path of great unknown, 
All I can see ahead of me is a great yellow hope. 

And as I make my descent from this cold, jagged edge, 
I feel my heart skip a beat because I see what lies ahead for me;
Great plains that mother nature once basked in green for eternity
Now, is left to a company of crows that await ushering the next series of souls
To a place with an even greater unknown

All that I have left, that I carry with me on this life affirming journey
Is my sword, my wisdom, and my truth
And a promise kept in blood made for two

A promise that defines a person of pain, love, and loss,
That when my war is done
I will again, one day, be reunited with my love
Where we will find peace together, 
Forever in the sun.