The Color of Alone

A couple thousand years ago he drifted off into the deepest woods they sent out a search party of the millennium the years went by the trail had overgrown even the blood hound packed it in as the case turned ice cold. Throughout the withering centuries there were hints and fleeting glimpses rumors blazed bright then quickly fizzled conspiracies flourished then abated blame was nailed into innocent faces while the guilty and godless sashayed away. They people prayed and prayed till faith turned to stone false prophets came with pocked wisdom the stars turned gray and brittle as bone In the deep woods forest bird choir sang the color of alone.