Talos

Oh Talos, I have known you well,

Forged by the hand of your maker,

Forged by the hand like I was made from dust,

Not knowing, if this morn is your last,

Searching for the remains of some ancient battle,

Searching for the steps of some ancient being,

Day after day, you circle the isle,

Throwing boulders and smashing the ships in your wake,

Oh Talos, I have known you well,

I'm throwing boulders, and smashing the ships in my wake,

So tell me where I'm supposed to go, from here,

And if You do, come break this heart, from the stone it's turned into.