PART THE LAST
He stood in triumph, bathed in the flow,
The sublime rush of victory, at the last.
He had traversed from the sea to the sky,
From stone chasms to majestic towers,
At the end, he was master.
Yet, the end it was not; the shadows
Clustered around him as he reached
For the key, encased in darkness,
That would free him at last from his exile,
Return him to the world.
At the last, this ultimate contact, he fell,
Driven to exhaustion, beyond the realms of man.
A husk of that greatness, he was pulled down
Once more by the embrace of iron,
Of the very walls themselves.
From his lofty perch he was cast down,
And down, to the nethermost depths of the halls.
His thirst he could bear no longer, and he fell
To the end, below the sainted streets,
Below the arc of man and sky.
The tale is told, the legend completed,
Before the glimmering light of winter's coming.
Hear, you who are told, the tale of one great,
Who passed above and below, rose to great heights,
And entered the mothering earth.
Let all who hear know of the Shim,
Let them hear and understand of his tale.
Let the lessons from here not be lost, let the
Days of man be as this tale itself! Let thy life
Be one of fury and light!
ye gods, this was SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE
