Arriving at last



It has stumbled across the harsh

Stones, the black marshes.



True to itself, by what craft

And strength it has, it has come

As a sole survivor returns



From the steep pass.

Carved on memory's staff

The legend is nearly decipherable.

It has lived up to its vows



If it endures

The journey through the dark places

To bear witness,

Casting its message

In a sort of singing.