Wander weary warriors
Come with me
To see
A city of wonder and gold
A city to test the morals and sanctity of old
Beyond the far forests I may
Walk
Stalk and hunt for thee
For me
To see
Through trees a tease to taste and yet not be
Surrender with glory
Defend with fine might
Fight
Outright
Destroy
Recoil
Foil
A wonder among reason
A death to toll
To console
Sitting in winter waiting by a fish hole with pole and string
Meat dangling.
Pulled from the depth of night,
Bright light shining yet warm winter wood burns next to;
Me.
Next to thee
We
See
Can I be blind when I can see
This sight feels strength
Faint