Voyage

 If this is "lost"...I accept.
All these demons,with
fingers so wet.(my blood)
It's cold; I brought
fire of my own.(my love)
It's dark; I march into
the unknown.(in hope)
My quest is a test;
absent of provision,
or peaceful rest.(alone)

If my steps bring me
to a sea,I'll build a ship;
I'll climb peaks,to survey
the land,from their tips.

I'll never stall; to turn
back,or stop would be
the worst defeat of them all.