Throwing The Gauntlet

Give me you hand
At your own peril.
I walk along the edge of a cliff...
You will have to walk on air,
Fot the other side is not my domain.
We can drink rain and eat snow
And hurt under sleet.
The sun will be our lamp,
And we can dream when we shut our eyes
To switch it off.
I wonder what dreams are made of
Over there...
I know you do, too.
So give me your hand now,
And let's just find out.