nephilim56

STRANGER

The snow which falls
Amidst the breeze
The swirling leaves
From swaying trees.

A ragged man
With feet that pain
Walks a path
Like a crooked shadow
Limping, struggling
In this white meadow.

Horses nearby
Stood rigid
Like frozen statues
Bellies dripping.

Eyes drawn still
To the forlorn figure
Battling on
In this cold Winter.