The summary the end....

..the paths
I defend.

The ray
the hope
the lifeline
I grope.

The clouds
the pain
the wait
in vain.

The smell
the rot
the blood
I clot.

The stars
the light
the land
I sight.

The sun
the moon
the songs
I croon.

The laugh
the cry
the minute
I sigh.

The easy
the hard
the gates
I guard.

The mother
the mare
the son
I care.

The love
the hate
the sorrow
I palliate.

The soul
the birth
the gods
I mirth.

The search
the find
the dotted line
I signed.

The end
the last
the anchor
I cast.

Jest

The days of lore,
my time, is past.
The witches spell,
their evil they cast.

As I trudge upon the quay
to board my boat.
Alligators roam in
the crocodiles' moat.

As fire burns
the castle to the ground.
I tiptoe in the forest
without a sound.

As silent as the night
but the tremors, they rock.
The rationale is lost
and him, the people mock.

As tired as the
four legged sloth.
I stare in disgust
at the four winged moth.

As shadows
upon a silent hill,
my name just a memory,
just run off the mill.

As finally
I am laid to rest,
my life nothing
but another jest.