The Golden Age

This was The Golden Age,
The Age where the Heroes Acts were Outspoken,
Old records had been Broken,
Their Four Years Now draw to an end,
As they travel Down this Final Road's Bend.

Knowledge was The Goal,
Through eight Grueling Battles they Fought,
For the Treasure that they Sought.
While others wasted their lives, the elite few rose to Glory,
Legends they became, All part of the Grand Story.

New Avenues and Passions Opened up.
In Between the Battles they had their share of fun,
Looking Back am sure they are glad of what they had done.
Their Stories will be told for years to come.
Their Flame Carried forward by the Young.

The End has Come.
They can feel it in their Bones,.
They had removed from the path some stones,
Now a New Generation shall Arise.
And Play their turn Rolling the Dice.

Shine On.


 

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 In Her Caravan sat the Gypsy, Wrapped in a Shawl,

Watching The Present through her crystal Ball.

What Lay ahead excited her,

an Adventure in which she was but a Burr,

She was a Key; a part of this Story of Matter,

With a smug Face, "Finally!", she uttered.

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He Gazed down and beheld the Sight,

The Map had led him to this site.

With his Spirit Beast beside him,

He walked fearlessly the aridity of 'The Bin'.

The Traveller had piqued his interest

and now Curiosity lay before him like an Enchantress,

Inviting him to the Glittering Settlement.

He wondered what this meant.

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The Night was Cold, His warmth was waning.

The Light in the Cabin looked inviting.

He saw the weird Symbol drawn on the Gate.

He knocked on the Door and did wait.

The Door opened and there a Gentle Giant stood.

He Saved the Traveller’s Life, like a Good Man would.

p.s. my first attempt at 55fiction.

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