Traveling ScribeA Story by Leviathus Fortes
"A broken heart can never mend when the piece that's missing is a friend"
--- You may see him wandering around someday and you won't know what to think A bag, he'll have strapped onto his back, that's filled full with parchment and of ink Always to take these with him, wherever he may roam He never has a destination, nor does he have a place called home The parchment that he carries is of an ordinary kind It doesn't matter what he writes on, only of that which he will find The ink, his preference is a gel, the color chosen, red Somehow, as he'll explain, it pulls more thoughts from out his head There are just two more items, I had not mentioned them before The driving force behind him, what is buried in his core They symbolize remembrance, of why he chose this way In his bag, his head, his heart, where they will forever stay He shall have these there with him, of that is a sure bet To reflect on certain moments, to give to you what he did get Someone he carries with him, now a feeling deep inside Who lit a fire in his heart, and from this he does not hide ____ A spool of thread, and sky blue, a color he had chose He ties them around, for it's her color, as a reminder I suppose A picture is also carried, he always keeps it near Two faces are upon it, two faces he holds dear Each item has its purpose, and these things he won't neglect Kept safe, yes these, forever, and these things he always gives respect ____ He likes to speak to everyone, to see the stories each may share He doesn't mind if you have questions, he'd like to see how much you care To find the truth of your humanity, that is his only task To find the you, the true face hidden, that you have behind the mask You can make all your assumptions and try to guess who he might be This man is poised, unique, quite different, above all things he's truly free He walks from one place to the next, he does this each and every day He doesn't mind that you are staring, or of him what you will say For his heart, it's there to guide him, and always he lets it lead Very odd to some, I'd gather, very odd to some indeed Please do not think ill of him, he walks upon an open road Partake in him of conversation, for words of wisdom, words of gold You shall find there is morality, and this makes him not a fool It is a code he always lives by, that code is called The Golden Rule He travels all around, for he wants to share his skill In time, you'll come to learn his name, and that name is Hercule Will © 2015 Leviathus FortesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLeviathus FortesTXAboutBe inspired by others and you will inspire yourself, which in turn WILL inspire others. - Hercule Will --- I've always felt the need to write. Even if, at times, it seems to myself tha.. more..Writing
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