Random Ramblings

Rebirth

I stand before a crossroads
Holding a shovel,
Covered in mud from
Where I buried the dead man

He fought with untold fury
but I was cunning
And slit my throat
The man I used to be

Now he lies, an unknown grave
where the victor stands
a blank slate bearing
wisdom from another life

Limping to the crossroads
I forge a new path
Scarred from battle
Haunted by the one I've slain

Rain falls, washing off the mud
Baptizing me anew
I turn to grey skies
Whispering oaths bound in blood

A cold hand upon my shoulder
His mocking phantom
Gurgles you'll never change
I smile because I already have