Marauder

He cared nothing for the world today, any warmth in him had long been dead. A young lover who died far away, left him asking "why not me instead.?"

A walking parody of happiness, never to be seen again, the memories of a love long passed replaced by vacant pain.

And in his eye a lonely tear,
As he rides into the setting sun, unwelcome neither there nor here,
Facing each day on the run.