Walking

As i stood there over the grave on my love. I felt empty and alobe. Then i looked around there were twentysix grave. I could not burn them for they were killed by there own and there spirts my harm those who killed them. But i was fulled with anger and saddness.

I still had blooded stained on my shirt. I was a mess. It was getting late so i placed the pearls on her grave and said my final fairwells to all of those who died. I started to walk just in to no were. I walked till my feet bled and then more. It started to rain i walked ever wardly. I did not look back once. It was days before i had no more will left. So i fell to the ground. I layed there looking in to the sky.

I slept in to a slumber. I tossed and turned. I woke up in a little pit. I was covered in blood and mud. I stood up and walked again. I was stoped by some thefts and gave them everthong i had. With out saying a word i gave them it.

Then the tryed to kill me. Me i sat there they stabbed me a few times. Then i placed my hand on to there faces and pushed them ten feet back. I took my stuff and walked onward.