The Path I tread. The Path I lightly tread with bare feet a bed of smelling lilywhites fragile, airy, balmy and discrete carrying me to unworthily heights. The thought of you, bids me go on when shadows darkened the southern light when misty mornings are forlorn for early comfort, and for a crowned rite. You bear my heavy deeds, my actions of just you don't forget, if early or late if truth is shattered into dust You stop the murmuring mob of my fate. Before me lies your plant of an adventuring path the path you so excited bid me and entrust my shame, my hidden face, my wrath you unveil, settle free with your longing must.