at longest last we reach the furthest edge
where wisdom cannot tell us how to choose
between young follows and a few old clues
close to the end there on the final ledge
above deep seas which no one dares to dredge
is where we learn the game's to win or lose
in one short moment when we clip the fuse
open our eyes and honour our true pledge
worlds shape each heart but hearts must form the world
for each of us in turn as we repair
to our last castles on the final hill
dreaming in hope of sleeping dragons curled
in some deep cavern far from the bright air
awaiting the command of our deep will
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