The Road goes ever on and on
In darkest shade; in brightest sun.
Through many a beautiful, shining dale
Past many a dank, haunted vale.
My path before me, I travel forward,
Not knowing what I travel To-ward.
Over hills, with elvish towns standing tall,
Under the mountains in dwarvish halls.
I keep on, for my treasure awaits,
And not even the twisted fates;
Can hold me back, as forward I run
'Til at last my quest is done.
--Eric Fulmer
