‘When I think of love,
I cannot help but remember my younger days’
an old stable keep said to the master’s boy
‘The plights and miracles of the Caravan,
a scary bunch of men and women
who fought for the beating and entanglement of hearts.
Fooled by a roaming spirit,
their powers were used to unleash a weapon of the blacksmith,
one of the dangerous ones.
For one error,
all their victories were buried in the sand, forgotten…
and their tale keeps me focused.
This world isn’t always on your side, young master’
he said as he continued to shovel the horse’s dump.
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