Endeavour
To Living In this passage of raging pikes Where windows are woven in thorns Where Sparta came crashing down: Gateway to the next step. Through this treachery We travel without choice Short, yet cursed with time Doom that blesses our eternity Uncertain as it is eminent. An only route; it aches my thought I wish we had rich choices Well greatness is what we need to be For our next step requires all Endeavour, endeavor on pilgrims The step we'll make The distance... We'll see. Edmond Arrey