Brave is the Warrior who would embrace the truth borne upon dark winds.
Patient in the face of the adversary.
Blessed is the child who can rest assured, nursed within those arms of fate.
That holy fool that takes it's first steps toward the light.
No one ever said that this journey would be easy but which path ever is.
A dark and crooked road it is not, yet pitfalls lie in wait for the unwary pilgrim.
Within those corridors of truth brightness often conceals the cracks at our feet.
It is the eyes that deceive, the heart knows the danger,the soul still clutches to the mother,
wyrd itself becomes both destiny and guide.
Far from land, to a place less travelled our journey ends, a reckoning, a beginning,
Only those who chose to know.
Only those who have gone before.
Only those who would sit among the gods.
Within those walls of stone, beneath the cradle of the heavens.
Brave are the chosen.