I met her on the road
Exhausted just like me.
I asked her why she's walking
She told me she is free.
I told her I'm a pilgrim.
She warned me, don't forget,
You may be tired of walking,
But your end is 'lejos' yet.
I told her Santiago
Was now my Xanadu.
She laughed and said the Khan awaits.
I laughed and said I knew.
I've seen his horse on hills afar,
He canters while I walk
And Kublai champs his teeth and shouts
His sword spits while we talk.
He wears the forest as a cloak
And chains the wind as breath.
I see him chase me further on
He tracks me to my death.
I asked her where she's going.
To Santiago too,
But I don't seek the spires and peaks
I'm hunting one like you.
He's running as his boots get worn
And I champ my teeth and shout.
He's keeping eyes out to the hills
While my sword point seeks him out.
Her deep black eyes and strong disguise
Bled from her and she stood.
Kublai Khan afore me spoke.
I ran but 'twas no good
She spoke out strong and in a blur,
'You are not my prey.
For many men along the road
Flee demons every day.'
And she roared and drew her breath,
The wind took up her gait.
She took the time to smile before
Her horse flew fast and straight.
I watched her go, still for so long,
The road behind ignored.
I heard the wind blow on before
I turned and saw He roared.
The hill was crowned with forest
Drawn around his back.
He spurred his horse on and the steed
Cantered down the track.
I turned and walked, slow and calm
For I am used to demons.
Though on the road I keep him towed.
The Khan is still the freeman.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
I met her on the road
Exhausted just like me.
I asked her why she's walking
She told me she is free.
I told her I'm a pilgrim.
She warned me, don't forget,
You may be tired of walking,
But your end is 'lejos' yet.
I told her Santiago
Was now my Xanadu.
She laughed and said the Khan awaits.
I laughed and said I knew.
I've seen his horse on hills afar,
He canters while I walk
And Kublai champs his teeth and shouts
His sword spits while we talk.
He wears the forest as a cloak
And chains the wind as breath.
I see him chase me further on
He tracks me to my death.
I asked her where she's going.
To Santiago too,
But I don't seek the spires and peaks
I'm hunting one like you.
He's running as his boots get worn
And I champ my teeth and shout.
He's keeping eyes out to the hills
While my sword point seeks him out.
Her deep black eyes and strong disguise
Bled from her and she stood.
Kublai Khan afore me spoke.
I ran but 'twas no good
She spoke out strong and in a blur,
'You are not my prey.
For many men along the road
Flee demons every day.'
And she roared and drew her breath,
The wind took up her gait.
She took the time to smile before
Her horse flew fast and straight.
I watched her go, still for so long,
The road behind ignored.
I heard the wind blow on before
I turned and saw He roared.
The hill was crowned with forest
Drawn around his back.
He spurred his horse on and the steed
Cantered down the track.
I turned and walked, slow and calm
For I am used to demons.
Though on the road I keep him towed.
The Khan is still the freeman.
Demons hunt for all of us, they may be faster than we think. (Metaphorical demons)
