We’ve edged off the map
Stare down the cliffs
End of the rainbow
and no pot of gold
This pool of tears
from rivers wept
The sum of all fears
No promises kept
It looks different from here
out on the ledges
Endless horizon
and hope for distant shores
Nagging doubts would suggest
we may need to turn back
We face this crucible
when unknown pales
against terrors left behind