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