We are seized in the age of our youth dragged over this road’s stones spent and burdened by your desires. And unshod hoofs clatter beneath bones to remind us of every fateful charge upon the hills you have sown with frozen seeds in this dead earth. Swallowing ground and grinding bit we climb into the sky so alone in our fretted ways a heaving of limbs and the iron stars burst from your heels baffling urgency warning us of your savage bite.
Destriers (Sons to Fathers) Fisher kel Tath