THE QUEST
My task impossible
Beset by foes unseen,
I journey on
Blinded by venom
Yet cannot rest.
What do I seek?
I think I have forgotten,
Yet still it gleams
Across the hilltops
And deep in meres.
How long ago
I left my quiet haven,
Following songs
Sweet in my dreaming
Yet never heard.
Hope, choice, regret, all past.
My feet set on this road
Forward must tread;
Now no returning
Save by its end.
Beset by foes unseen,
I journey on
Blinded by venom
Yet cannot rest.
What do I seek?
I think I have forgotten,
Yet still it gleams
Across the hilltops
And deep in meres.
How long ago
I left my quiet haven,
Following songs
Sweet in my dreaming
Yet never heard.
Hope, choice, regret, all past.
My feet set on this road
Forward must tread;
Now no returning
Save by its end.
The Quest | Toruane |
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