The Prodigal's Journey

My last blood come home, when all wits and strength failed him, not brutal like our blood line, but sought for what men, never sought! His wits outwit mine; his soul, a land more than mine, though many maim him, yet, I be glad. Happy? Happy for I'm to join him. Let us rule the world of ours, together. Let who wishes to make this journey, those who loves travail, come. Let us travel on this road. A road I long to travel on forever! A blessed fountain, awaits my warrior! Let him that wishes to travel; let out blest, for the road is journeyed and flushed!