Five travelers grew weak and weary

all their eyes had grown so bleary

through rustling darkness, some did cringe

but each had taken on this challenge

 

They arrived in clearing in a curious state

their words they’d hewn would seal their fate

the troupe would find with rhyming schemes

Each couplet turned to waking dreams

 

The images they scrawled turned lucid

to reality they would be there, translucent

 

One here has writ a bull, set to erupt

while, here, a winged angel’s love

this one faces the mouth of a lion

another yet sends a great eagle flying

 

They’d stumbled in this world most strange

all had joined this quest to change