Thursday, July 18, 2019

The Scout

Now in my thirtieth year of my time
Holding our emperor's trust, sublime
I walked from my home to the distant lands
Never lost my vigilance, this was my command
Didn't need a map, the footpaths all well trod
I was alone, if I spoke at all, it was only to god
There is a high cost of service, but I prefer to serve
To scout the range of empire, preparing the reserve
How many have seen the great empire's riches
Her people vital, her lands cultivated with vision
And I would be wrong to let anything happen
If the foe be afoot, stealthy assassins or dragons