The Sire's Journey

Off to mountains he climbs Whilst staying in his mind. Off to battles he goes Defeating many foes. The nature of his quest Unruly as it may be, Sings noiselessly in the air. It cries and screams, Yet pride smirks on his face. It wriggles and squeals, Yet his begotten one he will not yield. His words speak kindly to it, Soft like the wind, Yet harsh they become Like leaves rushing through the mountains’ wrath, To those who may bring it harm. Invisible string links them no matter the distance, And at the beckoning call it grows taller than trees, And has become stronger than the foundation of the earth. Off to mountains it climbs Whilst staying in its mind. Off to battles it goes Defeating many foes.