The Lost Wand
His vision seemed struggling
To leave the fleshy flaps,
As the destination was beyond
The gloomy dusk of generations.
Having known and forgotten
Everything around, within
And beyond his intellect
His scepter slipped off for ever.
Hercules dared not to trace,
Neither Oracle whispered the fate,
Nor could Socrates define,
Only caused foreheads to bleed.
The wand glorious might have found
It's eternal abode in deepness infinite.
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