(Note=: This a ten minute poem, I Wrote this with no real expectation of it being in any way good.) Running round in fields of fire I show my pride through my ire This hope it burns while I play And shows me all that it may I look for a path to follow The nook in my heart is hollow I glance around and lo I spy A runner that has passed me by I call to him and ask him this "Will you help me find my kiss?" He slowly stops and turns to me Then he leans against a tree "Can you tell me, what's your track?" I look at him, and he looks back "I can't remember what it was, Can you tell me what it does?" He glances around to see the meadow Then says to me.......NO......... "But you can tell yourself" Adding more questions to the shelf. He turns to leave and walk away And there I see to my dismay A book he has left...for me to find? What is this book with the leather bind? I walk right over and pick it up The cover says "Drink your fill from my cup" "What does THIS mean?" I ask myself Surely not said by any Elf I open the pages expecting a map Instead there are stories within the gap Curiosity starts me reading But soon I realize what I'm needing The path I look for is already set There is no need to make a bet This book it holds my track for me The one who died did so for thee.