Heartsong adventurer

Fiddle me riddle me tittle me this:

If there is just pain is there something to miss?

Is there something to gain in a sweet reminisce?

All of this fodder has taken a spark

And the wick is run short and the battle will start

Not a battle of wits but a battle of spirit,

Courage and chaos both take space within it.

I found you, a rare and precious stone,

And I tried-begging God, for more strength from His throne