One day as the sun’s heat falls,
A man from the land of the snow,
Walk his way through the blazing dunes,
Wearing a white robe and a tiny sack of gold,
He rubs his sweat away with his right hand,
He even gawks at the sun while it shines.
Further as he walks,
A chime of bells began to ring,
He stops and wonders,
He lay low and left his mark,
As he passes the dunes and started to think,
Either life is just a saga nor to muse onto the stars.
He walks through the open gate,
His eyes slides from side to side,
Only to know that his presence was unwelcome,
All things suddenly began to stand still as though as time is at break,
When a soothsayer emerges from the darkness of the alley he hides,
He told him that the moment for the chosen one has come.
Set sail to the east,
Where you will find the answer,
The tomb of seven warriors,
The soothsayer then nodded with ease,
And gave a tarot card of a reaper,
Sign of a coming death approaches.
As he fades into the darkness,
Time then moves smoothly once again,
The man of our story left the vicinity without questions,
Only to travel toward the east and never to return again,
Leaving everything at will and traveling for a reason.
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