by Profe Steve
Miles roll by in an endless procession Changing horizons with each passing hour Seeking through travel a sweet decompression
Too often lately my look has been dour My nerves are nigh frazzled and life’s been a chore. So my heart is longing for some restful bower.
I long for a quest like a hero of yore Searching for evil dragons to slay Through dank libraries o’er dark tomes I pore
To find all the secrets of the magic’s dark way To unlock arcane mysteries hidden, The ancient lore of the sprites and the fay.
I seek out roads so long now unridden O’er grown with tangles of ivy and rose And welcome the night that slips in unbidden.
The uncharted knowledge I’ll never disclose Until it shall lead me to final repose.