Where to Now


As to summit a mired peak

Then descend on heavy thoughts


Set leg upon fabled shore

For somber retreat towards home


Land a beast so many scorn

To bleed all life blood out


What time is spent in vain attempt

As reckless woes turn to vice


Heroes fall on self-named blade

For false gods named re-miss


Ends meet in destined tides

When love lost, twice tossed aside


We all stumble a fractured fate

Chasing shadowed grips dire slips


Until, in light, we feel the truth

And lean towards our tempered heart


No distant gold weighs as much

As deep, loving, self-lust

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