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.
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