Sleep doth change the weary travellers,
And the child yet to weep.
For the purity of a dream forbidden
Within the Waring hearts from mountains steep.
Thus the travellers Beck and call
Is heard called the gypsy's fall.
Never to settle
Always to quest
The road is the home
And the home the nest.
The dream forbidden, question the crime,
Of the church's power, and the rolling dime.
( Inspired by The King Killer Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss )
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