This road that twists and upward turns,

Scars the land that scorched and burnt,

Many beasts have passed this way,

But few would pass at highest day,

The prize that's sought at every ridge,

Is beyond our reach but still we seek,

We journey on our rugged path,

Where sand and rocks strike thorny lust,

The sea that beats the rocky coast,

Looks cold and fresh to mouths that rust,  

A sip from flask it barely touched,

So journey on indeed we must.