Overlook

The sun rose over the valley distant
the snow falling over the land
as Lance stood upon a cliff's edge
pondering the precipice of his fate
he scratched his chin and mulled his mind
a gleam in his eye as a hawk over his prey

A changed man a task makes
for there on the rising horizon
stood a knight of courage



yet every day he rises as any other man
every day he eats his breakfast and travels onward



Dressed in a heavy cloak of winter
white like the snow that surrounds
caped and strong, as determined as frost

he breathes just to watch his breath in the cold
to ensure that he still lives
that life is yet more than the dreams that haunt


He rubs his gloved hands together in the chill
ragged gloves of leather
fingerless and battered

Once an ordinary man who set upon a quest
a journey completed and a terrible end

Now his errand set
a guardian of old
a keeper of peace and goodness bright

Such a mystery, this lone ranger
living amongst the wild and remote
few he loved would recognize him now

death's doorway has changed the man that was left