Whispers

voices illuminated by dark shadows cast restless souls of long ago begging for companionship come hither son this world is no longer yours join us in the true sense of freedom why fight the inevitable questions never answered have become my legacy like the losing poker hand played out in false hopes knowing how much agony could be spared in simply folding the willingness to fight to be a warrior against insurmountable odds a Louis Lamour character lonely and desolate sitting by a fireplace with nothing but a dead horse and a set of rusty guns a full moon rises wolves begin to howl for they too can hear and acknowledge the whispers