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If perfect harmony is there to be found

Through the flames and to the darkened skies

The journey takes the fool and fool becomes one

With the journey, behold: a seeker

The wheel of fortune turns in unseen ways

The riddle of the sphinx is there to initiate

The neophyte on their sacred ways

To find the gold where only lead lies

The end of old brings always something new

But beware the serpents poison spew

A wrong turn here will surely lead to ruin

Excess would tip the scales to underdoing