On a sour rainy day, here lies beneath the shadows
Of wood, bark, and green stays a fellow stranger;
Thats been wounded over what lives inside the strange past,
Was a memory that have layed burden and burned by hatred.

This traveller days of travelling is far indeed unto his destination,
But quick as a swift winds to gain the info and the source.
And as he haste for a ride, unto his beloved companion;
Then he rides with no hesitation from trustworth steed of a horse.

Hours may have passed unto his journey,
But his heart was burning for a haste of justise that darkened his spirit.
And until a...