I am on a quest. My vorpal sword in hand. My Jabberwocky is at the center of my quest. It is close to an end and its death is near. However, this beast has great fight left in it; leaving me tired, scarred, and famished. Oh, but what emotion and poetry looms from great adventure. It’s great to feel the blood boil within one’s veins, to feel one’s heart quake with fear, and to have the hunt almost lost. And now with the dogs let loose, I cry “On, On!” For to victory, I go.