Perils of the World

As exposed to the perils of the world Thus, we begin our journey. I love this part of the journey: Of nodded heads and friendly shoulder pats Of friends met by dawn And normally a friend ill-met by moonlight As exposed to the perils of the world Thus, we begin our journey. Our journey proceeds Through mountains and valleys Reaching into the southernmost reaches Of our kingdom in imagination I hate this part of the journey: On the gentle incline toward our end When friends are lost and evil creatures Are ill-met by daylight, moonlight, twilight As exposed to the perils of the world Our journey draws to a close. At the peak of this figurative mountain… We slay the dragon, save the girl Defeat the tyrant, procure the treasure Help a friend, rescue a kingdom So many things we have done Acknowledged, not for one. We are heroes of silence In this world of imagination No one knows our names Be as it may As exposed to the perils of the world Our journey has ended But it is one I would traverse again For those mere moments of Smiles, pats, friends Meetings and solemn ends Monsters and chance At happenings gone askance These are our lives To do or to die As exposed to the perils of the world, May your journey begin anew.