Hoodoo King
Here men have no foot prints
They walk in spirit
The flesh has crumbled
Here men breath only fire
Their hearts are drums
They resonate within stone
Smooth polished carnelians
But this one is faint
once a sentinel of the realm
he lingers in equivocation
A whisper of a giant
The realm that you so aptly describe
exists as you would have it...
relative to our sense of reality.
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