Southward. A poem.

On the black tar veld,
Surrounded by beasts
And wavering heat.
We travel the path: 
Forever southward,
Across lost lands,
‘Neath forgotten stars.

Here, Hand-in-hand,
Ear to the wind,
Avoiding pitfalls
And predators
That might bring us low,
Wary yet unawares, 
Forever on, we go.

Because we are lost
In each other’s tales
And each other’s minds
And each other’s souls;
And from here on in,
We will always 
Share this road.

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