Mye: The World Elsewhere – Part Thirty Two

The Narrator speaks on.

Making mechanised thought,
Flow through their corrupted minds,
That Shaman (without a doubt),
Has an army viciously lined.

*The Playful Bard*

Shall we stand still,
And stay sleeping,
It does not seem too wise to me,
To wait while the beasts move close.
Rather, up and,
Fight for our lives!

*The Narrator*

No friend, not at this time.
Patience through the dark walkways,
Until we see the light shine,
Then we’ll fight to see the sun’s rays!


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