The7th

I Never falter,
When I'm called upon by gesture alone,
At the banks of oxbow lakes that lead silently towards vast but placid forests,
By the renegade few, who,
Couldn't reach the bridge in time,
And watched from afar as the Mountain Pass flowed with Fire & Blood,
And prayed in unison for strange blessings,
And used every ounce of all that remained, everything they had ever learned,
Every last thing,
To reach this place that now appears to them impassable, unyielding and without end,
And their best inventions fail them, as is the destiny of all that Man elevates to The Essential,
They look to me, Eternity,
And by the banks of oxbow lakes,
I Never falter.