One Daren't Expect More
The night we rode, the path we trod, we knew how it would end
Silent, mechanical, stymied by our sloth
And not so bold in freezing cold, but our most potent oath
(Unsworn by foe nor friend)
Would lead us to the prophet who would guide us to our goal
Perpend!
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, P. |
| Poem finished: | 10th June 1998. |