The Spoonbill Generator

One Daren't Expect More

The night we rode, the path we trod, we knew how it would end [TG]

Silent, mechanical, stymied by our sloth [Roland]

And not so bold in freezing cold, but our most potent oath [P]

(Unsworn by foe nor friend) [Roland]

Would lead us to the prophet who would guide us to our goal [TG]

Perpend! [Roland]

Contributors: TG, Roland, P.
Poem finished: 10th June 1998.