Heroes of the PastA Poem by NetokeliI dreamt of a house on a hill.
A gentle gaze looked through the window
And a sound of the sweetest tune filled
The scenery from a flute’s blow.
The image of an aged adventurer fulfilled
With his journey ends as the dreamer grows.
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