The Task

Dull is the armor, cold the day.
Hard was the journey, dark the way.

Weary is the steed, trembling his frame.
Steadfast is his name, though grim the terrain.

Untethered is the heart, turbulent the mind.
Nascent is the Seeker, priceless the prize.

Sisyphean is the task, irresolute the Will.
Forgotten is the past, occluded the future still.