Oath

I soared the skies and dipped betwixt hills,
I leveled mountain might with the strength of my will,
For none was greater than the lofty gaze,
Of the childish oath of old.

I slew the foes of the silver seas,
I outlived the wisdom of the deep rooted trees,
For none was more cunning than the wily way,
Of the childish oath of old.

I stepped between the rifts of the world,
I spun among the heights of horizon unfurled,
For none could pierce the light of the path,
Of the childish oath of old.

I rivaled gods and humbled kings,
I woke through the tears of the moonlit wings,
For none could hear the hidden friend,
Of the childish oath of old.

The love of the few,
The kingdom I knew,
The game we once played,
The battle betrayed,
All lost in the years,
Forgotten with fears,
Was this childish oath of old.

Yet cast out and retrieved,
The memory grieved,
In the sunlit dance,
Of history's trance,
I embraced the call,
For no longer will fall,
The childish oath of old.

So I stand and I bear,
The mantle I wear,
For I am bound to the oath,
That I once did swear,
In an age and time,
Forgotten in rhyme,
Yet awoken in me,
As the oath did foresee,
To herald in man,
With the hope of a plan,
That I forsook and became,
The childish oath of old.