Sunday 14 February 2016

My Path

Trace my path with thorns
And I shall but dance
For what are thorns,
If not wicked grass.

Send tempest after tempest
And I shall but laugh
For what is a storm,
If not treacherous breeze.

Let there be scorching heat
And I shall but move on
For what is scorching heat,
If not a hostile sun.

And I shall not stop,
I shall not pause,
I shall not give up,
And I shall brave it all.

So bring what storm you may,
Unleash what demons you dare,
Cause what obstruction you can,
O ye gods from above!

For I have seen the gilded end,
Of this road to my goal,
And if it doth pass through hell,

Then so be it.

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