Thule is not New Oxford and what seems like a lifetime has gone by.
Yet this won't deter me from my quest.
Some come to this place by the lure of riches,
others for the fun of game.
For I once was one of them.
Now, it is my past I claim
Holding my gun and shooting I start to remember a lifetime forgotten.
The cold of Thule's air alivening my breath
as life force flows to my veins.
Now, why I came back is a question
deeper than the need to remember
What my goals are I do not know
as irrelevant they are