Tomorrow’s wind, a premonition,
through the trees it blows.
Upon its wings, fate doth travel
with the breezes, to and fro.

Must we join the fray so soon?
Must the sunlight fade to gloom?
Must the singers change their tune?
Must the darkness shroud this moon?

Those of you who bear the weight,
the disquiet that will not abate,
the memory of pain and hate,
an urgency that cannot wait,
with courage still to challenge fate,

Walk down the road that none dare tread,
the path of conscience, the single thread,
as you watch the darkness spread,
without the fear and burning dread,
of what it is that lies ahead,
but heed the words your father said,
should you alone survive the dead.

GemQuest, Book III, The Shards