Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways.
The Black Riders and Other Lines ~ Stephen Crane
Once, I stepped out into the world
and met a youthful magician
beside a stagnant pool who sought
to conjure away the torment of death:
upright of stature and unswerving
in his grasp of the matter.
“Young fellow, your wand has burned
in the heat of fervour;
your cup has spilled all but the dregs;
Why do you persist in failure?”
At once he hacked me with his sword, crying,
“Fool! Do you not see?
It hangs on the flip of a coin.”
On the first day of NaPoWriMo 2017, Brendan reminds us that it's A Fine Day for Sailing Away.