Bare bone scattered across the land The sun has the heat of a billion atomic bombs This is a desert This is a waste This is his hell He was once part tof a great civilization A civilization of free thinkers A civilization of the free spirited A civilization where all could be A civilization where dreams did come true Mighty warriors lived fought and died To keep this society going To keep the freedoms they loved The last battle was the worst He is The last warrior The last of his civilization The last Once a member of That great team of warriors The people called them Killers Assasins Sure there were those who took side jobs Jobs given by underhanded people However most were true to the cause Ready at a moments notice To defend what mattered most to them Friends Family Or even those who they did not know The only reason he survived the last big battle Is because Someone at the last moment Shoved him into a giant hole Before the big blast came After crawling out of the hole He found All that he knew All that he loved Was no more Gone Never to love or be loved again He walks through the wasteland Trying to survive the best he can Finding supplies in abandoned building or where else he can He hunts using a makeshift bow He carved using a pocket knife he found As well as the arrows for that bow He has a pistol but very little ammo When he finds a biulding and hunts for supplies The ammo is almost always gone He walks in hopes to find another survivor Somewhere He walks in hope Yet Has found no one Only lonliness A forest looms in the distance From this far It looks lush and green Also looks as if it may have just had a good rain That is from this distance He will know more When he gets there The closer he gets The more he can tell that it indeed is a forest Lush Green and seems to be full of life At least animal life That is He is careful Still thinking it is a trick of the desert heat Still it would be a nice change If it were true Finally after what seemed like forever He reaches the forest edge He reaches out one hand toward a tree Finding it Solid Strong Not a trick of the desert heat There before him is a true forest In the distance he hears The sound of rushing water Comming from a mighty river He also hears the sound of a waterfall Crashing upon the rocks He enters the forest Leaving the desert wasteland behind him The sound of birds echoes in the tree The sound of other animals running through the bushes Hunting will be good here Still he finds buildings here and there Gathering what supplies he can In the trees he finds Vegetation worth eating He has made a net with sticks and leaves He hopes to catch fish in the river with When he reaches the river He takes his first shower in a long time Under the waterfall After the shower He looks up and sees a cave Something compells him to the cave Something call to him from the cave He climbs the slippery rocks To the entrance At the cave he senses the calling even stronger He enters the cave and sees At the other end is a glowing light He stays close to the wall Walking carefully he approaches Upon reaching the glow He sees that it is a mirror Not one made of glass Though one made of liquid He feels compelled to step through the mirror He does so slowly As he reaches for the mirror His hand shakes and trembles As soon as his hand is through the mirror He feels a tug He is pulled in Yanked by a force unknown He passes out When he comes to He is back in his hometown Before the war that destroyed everything Though he is in a crowd No one seems to notice him Like he is nothing more than a shadow Or maybe he is solid and they are the shadows Why he has been brought here He does not know He moves among the crowd He sees a man standing on a street corner Holding a sign that says "The end is near" It takes a moment He relizes this is the young man who Shoved him into the giant hole Before the blast that destroyed everything In the war Just then he hears a voice he remembers He turns to see A younger version of himself He is dressed in his warrior uniform Black slacks Whites t-shirt Amared jacket Black combat boots Utility belt The voice came from his wife Seeing her brings a tear to his eyes For he knows this is the day The day he left for war He's wife joins up with him Just the beauty of her brings a smile to his face His wife begins to talk She tells him to be careful and if at all possible to return alive Then she speaks the words That floods his soul She says to him That no matter what happens She loves him She will Always be with him The vision fades as he passes out once more When he comes to again He is back in the cave Though this time Instead of the liquid mirror There is an opening A way out He goes through the hole Onto a clift In the side of the mountain The veiw before him is the Lush Green Forest he remembered entering earlier He starts climbing down the side of the mountain When he reaches the bottom He hears singing It sounds like a female voice He starts out in the derection of the singing He comes to the river Through the bushes he sees a woman Sitting at the riverside He comes from behind the bushes She sees him and smiles He cuts a vine and swings to her side of the river They begin to talk They learn from each other That niether has seen anyone else Though they have just met They both feel as if They have known each other for years They look deep nto each others eyes They know it is love