I am a writer and poet in search of oneness

The void fills me I am alone traveling down the stoned walkway,armor worn blade dull yet I move on wanting to rest among the decayed leaves becoming one with the land. Who would miss the touch of my callused yet soft hand, yet I go on. So many questions and I get no answers, mind pondering out solutions throbbing pain, want to go down like a dragon slain. Take me away form this place I am just a knight with nothing but tattooed tears stained among my face, yet that last breath seems to linger tracing the sword blade with my finger. The wind blows form the north time once again to move forth.