The Troll Pass

Clearer if seems the road,
and easy if feels the climb
I say, "Hesitate."

Cheap if feels the bread,
and petty the coins in your pocket
I say, "Hesitate."

Glitter without heat,
and road without turns,
is not a road for men.

If there is nothing to lose,
my dear, on that road- beware,
there would be nothing to earn.