First Draft (To Be Edited)
My journey started with an old friend and a piece of curious jewelry.
Unfortunately, your journey did not begin so endearingly;
A bump on your head, with an old gray staff, and a horrible threat
Were the beginnings of your travels with me. You packed
And made a promise, and off we were to the next town and the ends of the Earth.
The first half of our journey was not so interesting.
Our friends were the ones who have the stories.
I never thought I'd be hearing in our little pub
The stories of our childhood friends enduring the paths of the enemy,
Then taking down the commander with newfound alliances.
How interesting that everything they did was to get us from A to B.
They surely planned to die during their final battle.
While we battled the poison of the creature with us,
And pushed back spiders with a vial of light,
Our king wondered if he had forced his love to die for nothing
And our allies poured their souls into our very hands.
The end of our journey is the only part worth retelling.
As the war waged beyond the Gate, we made our way up the mountain.
Every footstep of ours was a whisper,
Every exhaled breath was a prayer when we forgot the taste of food.
Even when I failed, you endured.
Our battle was not of sword and shield, clammer and warcry
As you labored on with a soul made only of will,
Our battle was of tears and the dying desire for mercy.
Nothing in the world existed outside of you and me and the mountain.
Time stood still as we stood in the fires.
The creature--his time came and went five hundred years ago
And we should not waste another minute on him now.
All that matters is, when the Earth was finally right again
And it was time for you to leave, the only thing you did was turn back for me.