Going On For To Conquer
by: Eric Fulmer
Through the trees I wander; brush and vine seeking to hinder me in my every step. For the land knows that I seek to learn its greatest secrets. It tries to hide this knowledge behind the suffocating darkness and the cold mist that closes in about me. It seeks to discourage me with fear as I press on toward my goal. But I do not fear.
I will conquer the land and make its power my own. I follow it closely, even as it flees from before my advances into its domain. As a breath of wind crossing a canyon, a rabbit scurrying into its tunnels, a bird flying almost out of sight high above me: in every way trying to evade me, but still I follow. I do not fear, I will not turn back.
Though night reveals to me the terrors from my darkest dreams, and though the hot sun seeks to sap the very strength from my veins; I continue pressing on. Looking only forward into the places where the land has denied man from even setting a foot into its sacred gardens that lie hidden deep within its embrace. Looking to tame every trial through which the land attempts to thwart me. For I do not fear, I will not turn back, I can only succeed.
Onward I press in spite of the united spirit of opposition that I face. Day after day, night after night. "I am winning," I tell myself. "The land has no power to stop me." For months and years I continue scouring the land; grasping to gain a foothold in my quest for control. I drive its creatures before me, I burn its forests behind me, and I send its waters careening out of their natural ways as I gloat in my domination. I did not fear, I would not turn back, I could only succeed, I was victorious.
I will conquer the land and make its power my own. I follow it closely, even as it flees from before my advances into its domain. As a breath of wind crossing a canyon, a rabbit scurrying into its tunnels, a bird flying almost out of sight high above me: in every way trying to evade me, but still I follow. I do not fear, I will not turn back.
Though night reveals to me the terrors from my darkest dreams, and though the hot sun seeks to sap the very strength from my veins; I continue pressing on. Looking only forward into the places where the land has denied man from even setting a foot into its sacred gardens that lie hidden deep within its embrace. Looking to tame every trial through which the land attempts to thwart me. For I do not fear, I will not turn back, I can only succeed.
Onward I press in spite of the united spirit of opposition that I face. Day after day, night after night. "I am winning," I tell myself. "The land has no power to stop me." For months and years I continue scouring the land; grasping to gain a foothold in my quest for control. I drive its creatures before me, I burn its forests behind me, and I send its waters careening out of their natural ways as I gloat in my domination. I did not fear, I would not turn back, I could only succeed, I was victorious.
