He put on his boots
A pick
A pack
A scarf
And a life's supply of fortitude
To climb above the wars of others

Armour, bracers
Plate and greaves
A shove,
A step
A stumble
And carry on, and carry on
To climb above the wars of friends

A whistling clock
Tick,
And tock
A whistling
Arrow-
Bites the back, and follow through
To fall into the wars of foes...

Off the mountainside.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Arios, in the year 134 MA.