In Wilderness and War..
Some, they fled unto The Shadow..
But the most unsuspecting of them all..
Sprung at what was once Dark And Low..

For now was clear for what He knew of His heart..

He ran with the Might of a thousand arms..
For another He could not see..

When The End had come..
The Master was weary and the Test was dim..
And at the last..
He had forsaken fear..
Triumphed over darkness..
And braced the Other..
Like the hand to the sword..

And He carried his Companion..
To the brink of Kismet..
And the cloud of unforgiving fate..
For the sake of His Fellowship..

The Light sprang up again..
And there on the brink of the Chasm..
At the very crack of Doom..
And looming at that Final Hour..
Death bowed to the strength of Trial

No Triumph without loss..
No Victory without suffering..
No Freedom without sacrifice..
No Path of Flowers leads to Glory..
And Destiny was never a Choice..

"All you have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given to you..."