at the tale's end

each tiny tragedy joins in the whole
waiting for fullness is a great mistake
there is no hidden island in the lake
no fairy steersman pushing on the pole
the tree will hide no wizard in its bole
we choose the better path for our own sake
we'll let the iron weapons chip and flake
as long as we can reach our stated goal
rules are set but only one will matter
there's never any reason to doubt that
the thing that's wanted is not ever seen
hope remains although the world may shatter
we've got the lives of a most lucky cat
and can arrive where others haven't been