A silent figure wanders through the lone forest of shadows.
He seeks a home under the silvery moonlight.
His brown eyes are a reflection of the ancient stars.
His heart is weighed down by secrets, hidden scars, and suffering.

The swirling wind whispers tales of a lost and broken soul.
Trapped in chains of sorrow, seeking redemption and revival.
The Acacia trees sway in the cool breeze, their branches reaching out like eagle's talons.
But the dark figure walks alone, shrouded in self-doubt and fear.

In the depths of a mysterious river, a forgotten secret lies hidden in plain sight.
The past is reflected in a mirror, and the truth never fades away.
The figure gazes into the murky depths of the water.
All he sees are ghosts dancing of men and women he has killed.

The nightshade flowers bloom in the dark.
Despite the passing years and harsh soils, they remain a symbol of resilience.
The lone figure picks up a flower and holds it gently.
He feels its sharp and barbed thorns.
It reminds him of his pain and remorse.

As the dim stars fade into morning, a glimmer of hope appears.
Silent fears loom as a new day dawns.
The figure stands tall, casting off the burden of his secret life.
He touches his haggard face and feels the ruggedness of time.

In the forest of shadows, he finds a peaceful release.
His dominion was darkness and stealth.
He has killed for his motherland, enemies both within and outside.
Nevertheless, his pain never subsides.
With each step, he uncovers the evils of his masters.
Now is the time to fight the darkness.
And restore the sanity of his beloved country.

© Mwebe Morgan