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In Anticipation 2

06:09:03 14 Sep, 2024

On the table, carved in wood, An incantation, darkly stood. The stranger reads with solemn eyes, Words of power, ancient lies: "When the moon is swallowed whole, And shadows take the darkest toll, A white horse with silver shoes, Will walk at night, its path to choose, When traveler comes, a fate entwined, With dragons, death, and ingots mined." The stranger sips his poisoned draught, And waits in silence, cold and daft. For in this place of darkened lore, The traveler comes, and death walks before But now the black horse moves so slow C3 to E5, his knight in tow