Pilgrim set
face to the east
before the fire's rising
Soul led soles
tread tight the stone
one way to the binding feast
Winds will cut
while earth grows cold
yet walkers won't grow weary
grim gripp'd scroll
flame writ in blood
Voice of the Elder Brother
Blade held out
bone and marrow
Edge bites through evening powers
Master's light
bleeds from within
fills children with his fire
Morning's sons
through darkness bound
To meet a Father's welcome.
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