To the coy on the brink of defeat

To the coy on the brink of defeat

The mountains have something for you

It’s Dark, Dreary and Cold

Full of traps and full of snaresEven a fool can’t dare uphold

But for a newbie like some

Don’t chicken out on me

Imagine as if none

surrender in the game is not the name

Instead, move fast

Humbly go with its flare

But forget not to breach

The contract that has been made

Go On! Move On!

Follow your own light

For this day may not come

Learn the magic

For tomorrow; yours is the winning

To the coy on the brink of surrender.