Post by chocrad on Dec 25, 2013 15:01:27 GMT
"So here I mark the deepest strides,
Those less worn down by beating rain,
Collection of all my youth's prides,
The freshest chapter of my strain.
From walls, however, strides are gained,
Unbound by leaf, and branch, and tree,
As great as travels may be frayed,
They hardly will not tarry me.
One of the stout folk has now told,
Of dragon-kin and human soul,
The way my next steps will unfold,
Will in all parts may make a whole."
Those less worn down by beating rain,
Collection of all my youth's prides,
The freshest chapter of my strain.
From walls, however, strides are gained,
Unbound by leaf, and branch, and tree,
As great as travels may be frayed,
They hardly will not tarry me.
One of the stout folk has now told,
Of dragon-kin and human soul,
The way my next steps will unfold,
Will in all parts may make a whole."