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The Tale of The Stranger
What lies beneath the stranger’s mask
Of a shadowed figure in the shaded regions of the lands
As he watches o’er the sleepy fields
O’er the running waters, and shady trees
What questions lurk within his mind
Doest the stranger seek the forbidden line
Of a bordered region not his own
Far across a land the stars have never shown
Doest this creature have a heart
A breath, a soul, a mind, or dream
To which he will all but deem
What realities to him be true
And the stranger still unmoved
From his place atop the grassy knoll
Ponders in which direction the wind now blows
So that he knows in which direction he will go
As he follows the gentle winds
Of a path not yet traveled, and unexplored
By either man or beast, or stars of old
And he, the stranger, stands tall, and bold
Ready to seek the final destination
Of a world within his mind
Of his reality that to him, is true
In a realm above sky and sea
On a land beyond the forbidden line
Past the bordered region of his home
Of a place that the stars have yet to know…
