Chest of treasures under the tall forest he listens to the murmur of the flood his hand comforting the ancient wound. Lost in this quest for a kingdom he remains entranced by the sounds of a single life beneath the dense foliage. Longing for a knowledge revealed he is still for fear of causing a tremor in the hidden world below. His warm palm upon the secretive hearth they share a private moment in the fire as the torrent continues to nurture a life. Lame warrior disarmed of his singular steel he may soon perish for lack of other nectar his ear poised to the sound of his desire.