Existential Crisis
The seminarian, with doubts in his soul,sought the White Wizard (dressed in a black shadow robe)
who said: "I cannot help alone,
I need the Black Wizard's advice."
The Black Wizard arrived (his white robe blowing in the wind)
and with eyes as deep as timeless abysses,
He said solemnly:
"I visited the castle of the king, who was foreboding of his death,
And he went on to choose his tomb among all the lands of his kingdom."
The tomb he chose was an old and already used tomb,
(in the open fields, below the open skies)
at the moment that it was opened, in it, laid
a virgin in bones.
When the light of the morning sun touched it,
A steed reemerged from its depths,
black as night, swift as the wind;
to embark on a ride into the desert.
The Black Wizard followed the steed without fear,
crossed deserts, and sought for silence.
He found it beyond the sands, grazing on a Garden,
where the keys to heavenly Paradise rested behind wildflowers.
At that moment,
The seminarian awoke.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
Written on 2025-07-27 at 09:03
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