Bare bone scattered
across the land
The sun has the heat
of a billion atomic bombs
This is a desert
This is a waste
This is his hell
He was once part of
a great civilization
A civilization of
free thinkers
A civilization of
the free spirited
A civilization where
all could be
A civilization where
dreams did come true
Mighty warriors
lived fought and died
To keep this society
going
To keep the freedoms
they loved
The last battle was
the worst
He is
The last warrior
The last of his
civilization
The last
Once a member of
That great team of warriors
The people called
them
Killers
Assassins
Sure there were
those who took side jobs
Jobs given by
underhanded people
However most were
true to the cause
Ready at a moments
notice
To defend what
mattered most to them
Friends
Family
Or even those who
they did not know
The only reason he
survived the last big battle
Is because
Someone at the last
moment
Shoved him into a
giant hole
Before the big blast
came
After crawling out
of the hole
He found
All that he knew
All that he loved
Was no more
Gone
Never to love or be
loved again
He walks through the
wasteland
Trying to survive
the best he can
Finding supplies in
abandoned building
or where else he can
He hunts
using a makeshift
bow
He carved using a
pocket knife he found
As well as the
arrows for that bow
He has a pistol but
very little ammo
When he finds a
building and hunts for supplies
The ammo is almost
always gone
He walks in hopes to
find another survivor
Somewhere
He walks in hope
Yet
Has found no one
Only loneliness
A forest looms in
the distance
From this far
It looks lush and
green
Also looks as if it
may have just had a good rain
That is from this
distance
He will know more
When he gets there
The closer he gets
The more he can tell
that it indeed is a forest
Lush
Green
and seems to be full
of life
At least animal life
That is
He is careful
Still thinking it is
a trick of the desert heat
Still it would be a
nice change
If it were true
Finally after what
seemed like forever
He reaches the
forest edge
He reaches out one
hand toward a tree
Finding it
Solid
Strong
Not a trick of the
desert heat
There before him is
a true forest
In the distance he
hears
The sound of rushing
water
Coming from a
mighty river
He also hears the
sound of a waterfall
Crashing upon the
rocks
He enters the forest
Leaving the desert
wasteland behind him
The sound of birds
echoes in the tree
The sound of other
animals running through the bushes
Hunting will be good
here
Still he finds
buildings here and there
Gathering what
supplies he can
In the trees he
finds
Vegetation worth
eating
He has made a net
with sticks and leaves
He hopes to catch
fish in the river with
When he reaches the
river
He takes his first
shower in a long time
Under the waterfall
After the shower
He looks up and sees
a cave
Something compels
him to the cave
Something call to
him from the cave
He climbs the
slippery rocks
To the entrance
At the cave he
senses the calling even stronger
He enters the cave
and sees
At the other end is
a glowing light
He stays close to
the wall
Walking carefully he
approaches
Upon reaching the
glow
He sees that it is a
mirror
Not one made of
glass
Though one made of
liquid
He feels compelled
to step through the mirror
He does so slowly
As he reaches for
the mirror
His hand shakes and
trembles
As soon as his hand
is through the mirror
He feels a tug
He is pulled in
Yanked by a force
unknown
He passes out
When he comes to
He is back in his
hometown
Before the war that
destroyed everything
Though he is in a
crowd
No one seems to
notice him
Like he is nothing
more than a shadow
Or maybe he is solid
and they are the
shadows
Why he has been
brought here
He does not know
He moves among the
crowd
He sees a man
standing on a street corner
Holding a sign that
says "The end is near"
It takes a moment
He realizes this is
the young man who
Shoved him into the
giant hole
Before the blast
that destroyed everything
In the war
Just then he hears a
voice he remembers
He turns to see
A younger version of himself
He is dressed in his
warrior uniform
Black slacks
Whites t-shirt
Armored jacket
Black combat boots
Utility belt
The voice came from
his wife
Seeing her brings a
tear to his eyes
For he knows this is
the day
The day he left for
war
He's wife joins up
with him
Just the beauty of
her
brings a smile to
his face
His wife begins to
talk
She tells him to be
careful
and if at all
possible to return alive
Then she speaks the
words
That floods his soul
She says to him
That no matter what
happens
She loves him
She will Always be
with him
The vision fades as
he passes out once more
When he comes to
again
He is back in the
cave
Though this time
Instead of the
liquid mirror
There is an opening
A way out
He goes through the
hole
Onto a cleft
In the side of the
mountain
The view before him
is the
Lush
Green
Forest he remembered
entering earlier
He starts climbing
down the side of the mountain
When he reaches the
bottom
He hears singing
It sounds like a
female voice
He starts out in the
direction of the singing
He comes to the
river
Through the bushes
he sees a woman
Sitting at the
riverside
He comes from behind
the bushes
She sees him and
smiles
He cuts a vine and
swings to her side of the river
They begin to talk
They learn from each
other
That neither has
seen anyone else
Though they have
just met
They both feel as if
They have known each
other for years
They look deep into
each others eyes
They know it is love
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