Let’s carve this
stone
Underneath this
shadowy tree
Which has experienced
enough
All the storm and
thunder,
Slowly withering away
to be free.
Now its time this
story to be told
And make its mark
that it craves,
Desire to be a page
of the history
It’s not a sin, just
being bold.
You might find it as
a man
The man who digs for
gold,
No, it’s only a stone
that you own.
Ahoy, this story is
for you,
I carved this stone
to be me
The spell might be
weak
But still could do a
trick or two.
