Cadence of hooves in sundry meters
Marks my progress on this long forsaken road
Would I that their gait should double
A thundering march to be recalled in futures odes?
Anticipation burning
Like a fire that can't be tamed
Driven on by the yearning
All else falls away in the flames
I can see it now, my destination drawing nigh
On my way, to a place shrouded in mystery
Composed of sailor's dreams whispered on the wharfs
On my way, will myth become forgotten history?
Legends tell what maps deny, secrets lurking in the north
Every tavern, every town
Tells its version of the tale
To the north there lies a sound
Where even captains fear to sail
Sweet nepenthe of the truth
A liquor of the highest proof
Vindication is as wine
In crucibles it's deemed refined
And e'er it's drunk, a taste divine