Exile Tuesday, March 30, 2010
but none now waits for me
forced to wander
untill my days are done
exile was my fate
when seasons change
so my dwelling must
from woods to mountains
over empty fields
in green vales
where no man has set foot
forever barred from company
of men or women and child of me
nature's whims I must abide
as the gray-haired wolf
or the hungry bear
A lightly leaf at summers end
torn from the tree
by an autumn gust
swept away none knows where
with nature's seasons
time flies by me
though nature's cycle repeats itself
my thread of life once must end
my summer time has long since pass'd
the change of colour is near complete
strength of limbs already failing me
soon t(he land will take my bones
when finally i will find rest
forgotten by a memory
no man shall know my fate

