Far Sky

Another adventure poem describing a man ready to take a journey.

In the end of time

There lies a wounded man

Who journeyed far and wide

And scaled through distant lands

Within the tower of blight

All those who stand

Lies an ancient relic

That surrounds the barren of sands

Take this specter of light

Take the sword of might

Who rightfully are honest

And challenge those who are right

At the tip hour of daybreak

Remains lighted beacons of morn

Watch carefully into the sunset

For those who conquest have been torn

And above clouded waters

Brings a flock of birds on high

Listen to the winds that blow

Without even a somber try

Journeying through the dreamscape

And travel through the keep

Never let your eyes down

Be ready to take the leap