The tomb of seven warriors awaits,
As the dawn is breaking,
The wanderer held his head up high,
After a long night,
Death finally retreating,
Yet he promise to return for another try.
Covered in blood,
Throbbing wounds,
Wheezing breath,
The wanderer felt to the ground,
Saying that his journey has end,
Hence he won’t accept death.
The journey must go on,
To east and not to the west,
There await his answer,
For he is the chosen one,
This might all just be another test,
Everything will not be a hinder.
He stands up slowly,
To his dismay,
The wanderer collapse,
The pain and agony,
The path he must obey,
A statement he must prove to see.
Far beyond the horizon,
Groups of gypsy were walking,
One spotted the pale body of a man,
She cries for help among them,
Without warning,
They carried the wanderer into their caravan.
Celeste the gypsy,
Nurture the wanderer,
Day after day,
He still drown in his sleep like eternity,
The clan began to wonder,
If it’s any good to let him stay.
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