The days roll fast as the engagement roots,
And winter approaches with a new roof
Sheltering my steed.
I do not fear the change to come,
But it does trouble me.
Beckoning to determine, to understand.
What purpose do I now hold?
This alliance is more than just
Destinies intertwined,
More than mere coincidence or luck.
It is my will.
But will my will take us away?
Far to distant lands...
I'm still wondering.
I'm still thinking.
