He walked into the great wood
Before him, a lone trail stood
He was immune to all else
Including those distant bells.
It branched and twisted and bent
And lead to where his thoughts sent.
The tree – towers drowned the sun
Making green a sickly brun.
When he came across dead end
The boulders he stooped to tend.
Jaw set, he journeyed along
In my heart sparking a song.