Some words, false and
true,
Listen, my friend, and
hear me through:
East, lies a kingdom
black,
Lakes of tar, trees of
fire,
Dusk forever drawing nigh
and nigher,
Until time itself leaps
shaking back.
Fear is not a terrible
thing.
Avoiding pain is our
blinding goal.
But we fear not what
strikes our soul,
But critters that scratch
and sting.
Trek towards that castle
far beyond sight,
Beyond mountains, beyond
air,
Beyond space, beyond here;
And there - there you will
find your light.
Animals, plants, and
humans alike-
Vanquished by the distant
dark lord;
Pick up your armor, your
boots, your sword,
And I'll wish you luck, my
dear friend, Ike.
