For now you may find yourself stumbling

but I urge you, choose the path leading upward, toward the battle

noble squire, don’t stop walking

away from that valley cursed by the death rattle

for there are only two paths to choose from here

at the dark crescendo of your ordeal

the easy path that leads downward to the crowded cauldron of fear

the feast of fools, where the filthy rags of the jesters reveal

the empty reward that comes from avoiding the trial of fire

choose instead the way of the crown prince, your master

feed all you have to give to its foundry, watch its flames leap higher

for through the struggle, you will be given jewels glistening with luster

the priceless souls you’ve encouraged through the example of your courage

those you’ve freed from the cackling of jesters living in poverty valley

stay strong in your convictions, cling to the words of this weary sage

our prince longs for a greater reward to tally

indeed dear squire, longing to be a knight

the punishment for those who choose to travel the narrow road

will be victory, ultimate freedom from this treacherous night

the well-deserved harvest of all good seeds that you have sowed…