This is what my book is about.

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

Mountain airship by Hong il An

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.]