A dark and lonely rutted track

That leads to somewhere far away.

A journey with no time to slack

Upon the quester’s weary way.

To search for truth, forgotten long,

Or wealth that waits, so bright and grand;

To strive to right a wretched wrong,

Or win a gentle maiden’s hand.

In days long past such quests were done,

But even now some quests remain.

So choose a goal, then towards it run;

You’ll fight,



And then you’ll reign.