perched on the mountain side,
I see you looking back at me.
your hair swept back,
caught up in your thoughts...
those thoughts that are as old as time.
I have been searching the world over,
trying to find the powerful magic
that only kings spoke of,
a magic that could end worlds,
or create universes...
magic as old as time.
and here you are,
perched,
looking back at me...
holding my eyes
not afraid,
just ready,
to show me the magic I've been searching for.
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