Look into the forest
The avenue is littered with fear
I have become a fortress
To block the rains, the rage, the deer

By candle light - howls in the night
- I write of what these walls have shown.
Accept the light - this isn't right
- my emotions have all but flown

I see a ram in the moon
And the hermit guides me here
Will I be doing something soon?
My path seems pretty clear

My drunk old friend, what did you say?
Was it something like: roll the dice - go all the way?