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