The Road to the Fort on the Hill

Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill,
Many bumps hide within the dirt;
But worthy is the way back home
No matter the trials that lurk.
My back is sore, I've packed my share,
The cart is laden full;
I will build my camp and sell my wares,
And drink in every lull.

Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill,
It winds both left and right;
I spend my day preparing away,
And drive my cart by night.
The evening pushes at my back,
And daybreak calls my name;
Though the years have come and passed,
My home still feels the same .

Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill,
I will soon be in the hall;
I can taste the drink and see friends afar;
I can see the wooden wall.
I long have waited for this day.
My sword knocks at my side;
My shield and byrnie dormant lay,
Until as warriors we collide.

Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill,
Where dirt meets wooden gate,
The wheels strike triumphantly,
And I can hardly wait.
I disembark and begin to build
My new home in the grass;
I arrive as though I never left
At Ravensborg-- home at last!

To all my friends and family going to Return of the Sun, some of whom I haven't seen in 3 years-- see you tomorrow!