Twisting in imprisonment Unbroken chains blister Dark craft holding in place Banks of fog roll in thought One wound sustained so deep it pierces the spirit Poisonous caustic blood of which he whets the dagger Shattered...runic...stones... Mimic...ruined...thoughts...
Climbing...bloody...earth... You are falling And when you awake You'll find that the clouds are parting The shimmering lake Finally you have come home Tend your rusted arms The sound of distant singing Again you will wield Hammer and anvil waiting