One tells a story

Two listens with a drum

Three takes it time

For life is like riding on horseback

While charging into battle

You are the one in control

Yet the horse has a mind of its own

Five fingers on each hand

Wrapped around the reins

Finding the calm in the calamity 

This is with what we’re tasked
Six serpents slither trying to scry their surroundings
I can sense the ghosts of my mind searching

They are always hounding

Like the very chains of mortality

I breathe and battle on
Seven Seas with Eyes filled with tears

Invictus in the Eight

Nine flies like Lightning

And Ten grips the Helm

Power lives in all of us

We can cut or we can weld

We are the light in the dark

Like life’s beginning

Or when we enter the sea of stars

Twelve is a triangle

With a light on top

Thirteen is lucky because it is a new start

When you venture into infinity

You realize it is two zeros with a twist

So fight your battles with vigor

And live life as an art

Because when you examine it with a looking glass

It’s like looking for Hy-Brasil 

You have to be doing it sheerly for the thrill