The Voyage

Within these walls,

Beggars fill the courtyard, like dogs under the sky,

Howling at the moon, falling prey to their madness,

The realm of existence passes them by,

Carefully plotting, plotting steadily, predators they lay in wait.

Looming over the castle,

A dark ominous cloud, signals treachery, signals heresy,

Lechery runs amok; the wanton maids fill their cup, whispering in man’s ear,

Delightfully with glee, if this dear quest be noble,

Shall it reach my master’s ear?

A few hundred men shall embark,

In pessimistic cries they toil,

Their vain existence nearly departed,

In slumbers wispy willows saunter,

If this dear quest be noble, shall it stir thy soldier’s fear?

The battle cry carries onward,

Carries onward with its slings, carries onward with its arrows,

A siren’s song calls to ships, through murky waters, illusions are revealed,

Fates are sealed, as this dear quest is wrecked, wrecked upon the shores, wrecked upon the rocks, if this dear quest be noble, shall its end be here?

Hark, I think not!

For angel’s wings does carry, carry unto thee whispers of eternity,

Whispers of surrender, for upon these gates; be it heaven or hell,

From which there is no return, the sojourner finds no repose,

If this dear quest be noble, Shall it be no more?

Its souls do quiver, upon these gates there be no more; as the grand finale draws near.