Travail, Boots

An argonaut remains with me
On my path
The second to visit
To prolong my suffering
Offering a sliver of life
To save its own

The cross coppers cripple me
As I bend to fetch them for
The thorn
Unwilling to pass
Until I remit the coin

I pay what I must
What I always donate
To ensure the shell, ever delicate, holds
Though the fire that once guarded
My gold dies with each step

Colour fades from my eyes
Our walk rages on
And I, patient enough to follow
Remain silent
Fearing my companion might

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