Through the Mist

Through the muck and mist and grime,

We carry on our way.

Our path is vague, the road is gone,

The sky above is grey.

…

I look at my companions all,

Five of them in tow.

And another one who is our guide,

Who knows the way to go.

…

Around this titan's waist we walk,

All far from our homes.

Mechon, monsters, hounding us,

As 'oer this world we roam.

…

Is this to be the fate of Homs,

Nomads, living in bands?

Scattered on a long-dead god,

Having lost a final stand?

…

Our leader calls a halt for us,

We shall rest for rest of day.

Brave the night of Satorl Marsh,

Then continue on our way.

…

A month has passed since we have left,

Since closest friend I lost

A month of travel, fighting, woe,

A month of heavy cost.

…

So in the dark I try to rest,

Within this eerie glow.

For I know the journey looms before us,

With many months to go.

A/N

Disclaimer in that I know that this is unrealistic. Because if crossing Satorl Marsh has taught me anything, it's that everything in that bloody swamp wants to kill me. I'm quite happy in Makna Forest at this time of writing, thank you very much. ;)