You've run the gauntlet,
The page dripped its course
Now all lies in wait,
Your softest reward

You've braved every peril
And hammered the stone
And driven each spike
With diligent force

You planned for each pitfall
And watched every night fall
And longed every day
For what resembled recourse

And now time is coming
An end to your running
An end to this guessing
This prophetic lore

To a pirate, his sea
And a bandit his mead
And to any man,
The love  he is for

Your beauty hurriedly waiting,
Silence pleading and begging,
Sitting patiently bating
Far from broken shores

The end is behind you
You've done what you've meant to
Now go rest your head
On your lover, Lenore