Marching

The sun has already began to climb,
And already have we wasted time.
We keep our pace and march ahead,
To reach our goal so do not fret.

To war or kin we may now go,
With axe in hand we walk in tow.
Our packs may weigh and feet may feel,
Yet dwarves keep strong despite ordeal.

A gravel path or stone paved way,
We must march on without dismay.
Our halls await with open door,
So before the dusk we walk some more.

Early morning, the first rays of the sun has come out and is shining into our bedroom.. Ennerin is still resting on my chest. This beautiful maiden and me, a warrior, I can not describe her beauty enough.. Well enough of that for now, she is waking up, I wonder if..I shall give her a question when she is awake and see what she says..