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A man stands
His appearance uncertain
All I recall
Is a stone wall
Water and land
Expanse
Surely there could be a way across
Certainly, the broken dreams of his forefathers, they could
Must
Come to fruition
Shifting and watching, he stands.
At the forefront of Hell's maw,
a simple moat of water.
Uncrossable, all have tried.
It is understood.
The man who stands
turns away. He does not know.
And could not know.
For he has been told.