The Road Calls
I watched the sylvan world fade away.
Through my long watch, cities rose up and fell.
Ancient magic no longer holds sway.
Now comes the day to bid a fond farewell.
My watch is done when this day ends in night.
Weep not, my friend, the sun’s last glimmer leads
me home. Over hill and dale, through passes tight,
over ice-crowned mountains where my road leads.
Back to lands that still dream, where magic dwells.
The road is now calling, silver streams sing.
My feet itch to dance my way in its swells.
Say farewell. The road calls. Your blessing sing–
I carry your memory. The road calls,
I must answer, I bid farewell to all.
for Writing 101 assignment 4