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With the sun to his back

He treads north out of town

With a purpose in mind

Called to walk the lonely path

And he wandered

Far away from his home

Knowing that he couldn’t fail

As his feet obeyed the stars

And his heart yearned for his bed

He could feel the pulse of

the engines of the world

Stirring back to life

He pushed through the reeds

And found a stone that spoke

In a tongue that he had known

In a life he’d long forgot

It told him of a time

When stone could move as us

And how it had arrived at that language by

watching as the people worked

wonders with their invocations

Then they turned them on the stone folk

The wizard told the stone

That this language had been lost

And it’s power sure to fade

If they wait long enough