To and fro, through freeze and thaws
From zenith to nadir
The universal tug of war
Saw lines drawn in the sands appear
The faint trails of smoke he left as he walked were startling people left right and centre. As he dropped onto a chair, he ordered a drink.
He couldnt recall what this town was called, they all looked the same to him these days. Urial was easily bored of these people. All flash, no fury. Unlike the old days. Soon enough, there would be someone who recognised him and wanted a wish. And
those cost. People's greed was such an easy way to make a living.
He drank the water slowly,watching it boil in his hand.
"soon enough...someone will see. And someone will come" he said slowly, his voice unnaturally deep.
Since the crimes divine I left behind
I'd warred with every tribe that plied
In holy vestment, but with time
Bored sore of clawing what was mine