A wall, A story

A tired old man on a horse

A tired old man on a wall

Who is the one to carry over?

That old man quest

Look deep, Don is looming,

In our collective memory.

Who will it be?

On that wall stood an old man

Tired of existing in our realm

Let him free, free to roam.

A tired old man on a wall

Laughing at our acceptance,

Ashamed of our existence.

On that wall,

A beast heard the call.

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