He walked down memory lane
Stiff with fear.
Wondering ,the shape life
Had forsaken.
Lumbering down The Path
That was soul-less,
Yet, taken!

He wiped his forehead dry,
His parched throat
Clamping down his
Whimpering voice.
A roaring rage left him
In the midst of memories,
Was his only choice!

Those blinding lights
That hit his eyes,
A shriek tore into Continue reading Pathfinders.