Sing in me, O Muse
the tale of two travelers, the ones who burned
across ruddy hill and serpent trail —
the last golden days of youth
before the fall.
Spell and sword,
song and steel-
the green hills roll on, and the dark forest waits
but before the sun dies,
let the thousand tales be told again,
forgotten cradle-rhymes spun again,
glory-gold and terror-black,
the tale of two
before the shadows fall.
[A scribble – possible foreward for That Thing. Or is that too pompous to even talk about? And YES – I have huge nerd boner for Homer.]