trail’s end
the death of an era;
muddy, strain-stained boots
once again
on solid ground.
too long was the time of chagrin,
too long did we try to broaden
the horizon of the blind.

ways part ~
roads differ;
the night is long.
We, the Moving,
our eyes open wide;
we ride.

break free;
rusty chains on charred ground,
leave the spoils of the new world
piling high ~
we ride
with purpose
we ride
for a new dawn.

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