A Traveler Lost

A Traveler Lost

by stilettoblade

 

A traveler lost in the darkest of wood

Bereft of the path where he knows he once stood.

 

The beasts looming in, yet in this wood of Eyre

A slim thread of hope that he yet finds hearth’s fire.

 

Around birch bole, a bramble bight

First bound across then tied aright.

 

A drop of blood, he draws the twist,

A tremor in the gloaming mist.

 

To sage and greenheart, guard and blade

And warden is a summon made.

 

The traveler rests in his home, safe and mending,

The Thornwatch go on, for their charge is unending.