February 2012
5 posts
Pilgrim
deuscain:
Long into the twisted wood, past the oak and branch and briar; deep into the gath’ring dark, past the circle of your fire.
Further than the distant stars, twinkling beyond the sky; deep into your very heart where you hide behind your lies.
Past the heavens and the earth and the realms of men and God; you, who seek out happiness, onward, onward must you trod.
