Pursued by a Memory and a Bruised Ego

The wolves inside and the wolves in the mountains Surrounding me inside and outside Death seems so eminent in this frozen wasteland All has been taken, it seems, by the tide Gone into infinity Pursued by a memory Gone into snow Pursued by a bruised ego But by the sound of a gunshot Riders, a familiar lot Apparitions as if taken from my memory With fire and brimstone towards me Gone into infinity Pursued by a memory Gone into snow Pursued by a bruised ego His loving hand meets her hand but his is soaked in blood Her eyes turn shadowy from a sense of unworth From hell he’s crawled through flame and rocks, dirt and mud Until he’d come back to the surface of the earth Unspoken words streaming down his face The memories of this woman that he’d once wed His eyes meet at last her gloomy gaze Words that will forever remain unsaid Bear with him though, for he knows not what he does His is but a man, and a new one at that In the end, what will come to him is loss But from misery will he earn his hat Gone into infinity Pursued by a memory Gone into snow Pursued by a bruised ego Gone into infinity Pursued by a memory Gone into snow Pursued by a bruised ego