Open my lips; my mouth will speak:

Gods dwell on peaks, for men to climb
Is reckless pride and courting death.
Step over step, your hand in mine,
A fight for every stolen breath--
Night falls too fast. The setting sun
Takes with it any warming spark.
We share our cloaks, and one by one,
I name the stars that light the dark.
Mercy’s goddess, smile on two
Fugitive souls in lands unknown.
My humble self, and my friend who
Within his arms, I find my home.