Fractured chainmail
Was my soft and yearned for demise
Pierced
By a set of roaming emeralds
That cleave the unknown
Just the same

Our diminished fears
Have taken flight
On an unseen path
Far off into the brush

They are good and lost
For our gracious years
Confined to our refuge
Of tranquil opulence

With more than desired
More than what’s needed
We trudged lonely wastelands
Drawn for the flames beyond

The eternal blaze
That awaits honest travelers
Sure in their romance
Safe in their tender bonds

What is found
Makes no bit of difference
Be it everlasting inferno
Or the angst we’ve long
Left to die