Wish Come True
A worrier climbs the towers that which he found.
Through the horrid and over the fright. Ponders if returning is just as bright.
Seeking the one that's been awaiting him.
With cuts and bruses up and down, he reaches the door that's been so long forgotten. While on the other side waits a young maid patiently; for the one and only, gentleman.
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