I Come With Love

Dead sores and bruised toes Up and down the silent shores Cuts deep, drilled by poisonous foes In and out of dungeons and dangerous holes Skeletal thin; hardly covered with skin Shallow faced and hollowed cheeks up my chin Been traveling in deserts violent and mean Sad nights, weirdly pitch black and dim Up, through and under misty mountains void of life Stumbling and falling I walked on in the dearth of light Now torn garments and a skeletal shadow braces my sight Startling and bearing witness to the consequences of my fight With bruised toes and sores thus I come With deep cuts drilled by foes, I arrive home Past misty mountains, through, up and above I stoutly come home with love