"THE WANDERER" : A poem

Here is another poem, inspired by being raised off of video games and T.V. shows like Kung-Fu (starring David Carradine)

THE WANDERER

You ride your mighty stallion across the plain

with crimson blade in hand, your foes it has slain. 

Your body is lean, your wit is sharp, scars are upon your brow. 

Your past and future are mysteries, but to you there is only now.

A young lad once asked you, “why are you going so far?” 

You replied, “Why, I’m only chasing after the north star”.

You have seen many faces - they know you by deed, not by name.

But with nowhere to rest and a price on your head, who can blame?

Nameless towns of cutthroats and thieves,

Untamed wilds of beasts and evergreen leaves,

Mountains ancient, molten, and icy

filled with dungeons old and dicey.

Endless deserts of bitter heat, 

and maidens whose game is deceit.

Is there a place you haven’t been?

A danger you haven’t seen? 

You passed away on an ordinary, silent evening

There lived a man who learned by living, not by reading.

There lived a man whose adventure was his passion

Somehow he must still live on, though his face is ashen. 

There lived a man who, in the infinite horizon, found his home. 

The man with no attachments feels no sorrows when he dies alone.