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.