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Journey of a Musketeer
Has it become a grave sin, if I pass the shallow mountains? Has it breed hatred when a path to life is sought after? The journey to greatness isn't for the tridents, Only those who knows the road to death sojourn well. The bare mountains lay waste Barely a soul lives in this path What choice lay before a musketeer I know not. Am I now a leper sent to his own death? Am I now forgotten like the lonely sojourner along apèté road? Grieved not for the journey, yet, Its essence abloats the spirit! For when journey breeds chilling moments, What say you 'bout strength in men? Aghast the wailing souls cry men's marrow Drawn towards the centre road; a hapless turn. For a fairy tale, what essence have me gotten? Zero or Hero? Villain, you say? What be a musketeer's spoils If the battle be so grave- Fatality! Through the twin mountains, Down the road to doom, Have I travelled - This mountain! Dis Shallow mountains Where the living speaks, the dead sings Timbrels, cymbals - accompanied by wails of the elders.. Such beauty, I see. What strength shall I use? How shall I unsheathe my Lance - Dis weariness cuts deep, Dis pain, eats deep ... What a scar, it's left of me! Till then, Twenty, u ask? Eternity, I perceive, The journey of the musketeer ends? I know not.
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