A Bandit's Fortune
He walked amongst the hollow light,
Whilst winters throes did call to him,
Such tranquil skies in dead of night,
Brought fond memories to the brim,
And when he yawned, his breath did cloud,
As homage to the moon he bowed.
Such serenity in one place,
Did softly show upon his face,
His thoughts did dwell upon a time,
Where grace gifted something divine;
Her touch was soft as snowfalls kiss,
Her voice, a wave of captured bliss.
As first light scratched the violet sky,
His shadow teetered to the west,
Where now, in wait for him, she sighed,
His heart did ache, his mood digressed.
Upon his brow was writ a frown,
"So far away from home", he cried,
Alas, in longing he did drown,
Oh, how much to himself he lied.
The beaten path behind him called,
Whilst questing towards lands untold,
The vagrant in him did abate,
With yearnings that true love could slake.
Of all the things that one could plunder
Even the lustre of gold did dim;
The moment he cast all the world asunder
To clutch her deeply unto him.