This
boy came last, when but the Captor was left
Alone
in his quest, of his ka-tet bereft
'Twas
this boy, with pencil and paper prepared
With
whom, to fight 'gainst the enemy, the Captor dared
The
speechless Artist came unto him
Brought
unto him as if on naught but a whim
This
Artist whose tongue had been stolen away
By
the demon Dandelo whose horse had been gray
'Twas
with this artist that the Captor would see
The
Tower, the nexus of all e'er to be
The
Tower the Captor had sought for so long
In
the red field of roses from which rose up the song
'Twas
the Artist who took all but eyes from the King
Stole
with an eraser all but eyes from his being
In
the quest for the Tower, 'twas his part to fulfill
Clear
the path for the Captor, aye, such was ka's will
And
after his part was at last fully done
Now
it was his time to turn and to run
For
the Captor was destined to enter alone
And
the Artist was destined to find his way home
And
so he said his silent goodbye and no more
Turned
to his own path away from the door
Left
the Captor and Tower and King far behind
And
set out alone for his own ka to find