R30.00

Lost in a field of circumstances
Surrounded by dilemmas forged by misfortunes
I run across the sea of dead souls
Lifeless like a bed of autumn leaves
I stumble. I trip. I fall
I get up and keep running
With haste I make way to the Stone of Kings
Known as the bearer of fortuitous royalty
Searching for my Excalibur

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