Tales from the Pyxis Collection

Arugard the bold, as stories have told, 

was an adventurer of old, home and heart ever left him cold.

Every day he continued his search, 

inspecting every rock, every birch.

Wanting to find that that would make his heart lurch, 

and his will surge.

What he searched is still ever a mystery, 

his journey often called a blasphemy.

But he knew better than any,

That his will to journey was uncanny.

And so it seemed,

that Arugard's journey was never redeemed.

But not many heeded his creed,

For it was his journey, not the goal that was his lead.

Arurgard's goal was forever hidden,

For no goal was ever written.

His adventures, with a drink intermitten’,

Made for a life most smitten