And so we go.
Travelers two
Upon a long slick road,
Salted for safety.
The moon in the lagoon laughs at us,
Laughs with us.
Such a sweet giggle.
A laugh not heard before,
Too innocent to ignore.
It’s victorious.
Because the sword has won,
And the monster is done.
The scenery fits,
Melting away revealing a new day,
Unveiling miles upon miles of decadence.
Yes.
This, my sweet, is how we know,
We are finally going home.