"The Wounded Warrior"

The image doesn't leave him.
The memory wont fade.
He rides on his horse seeking what he once possessed.
That intangible concept, love.
It still exists in this world, he must believe.
He laughs to himself, a tear falls, the irony so thick
What he once had he seeks yet again
A fork in the road
Both light and night highlight each path
He reigns in his horse and freezes momentarily
He selects a path and rides forward
Laughing at the irony as darkness closes around him
Which path did I select?
As he draws his sword and screams against the incoming darkness
The answer came to him
Be patient and let a path come to you