The Lone Wanderer

In twilight's cloak, a wanderer strays,

Through meadows hushed in endless grace.

No footsteps near, no guiding trace,

Just whispers of the winding ways.

 Beneath a sky, adorned with stars,

With restless heart, the wanderer roams,

Seeking solace in ancient tomes,

Where secrets dwell, untouched by scars.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

The lone wanderer finds no respite.

Yet in solitude, a rare delight,

An untamed soul, forever nigh.

Uncharted paths, the wanderer treads,

Embracing shadows, dancing free.

For in their heart, a spirit yearns to be,

A solitary flame, that never fades.

So let them roam, this vagabond true,

In realms unknown, where dreams are born.

For the lone wanderer, their heart adorned,

With tales untold, forever anew.