Weary Travelor

I wish to sleep,

to lay my head at rest,

to allow my soul to flee to realms that none can see.


But my road is long,

and the voyage not yet done.

Though it has been hours since last I’ve seen the sun.


So on I go

with weary tread

until at last my goals are met.


The sleep of peace

will overtake me then.

And dreams of maidens wait to comfort tired men.

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