Rayfel

Closes his eyes in the dawning Sun O winding path where digres lie, plundered treasures bring tears, anguished and wry. When islands in the sea turn to deserts sand, divine fishtails turn to stumbling legs by chance. Gales replace the waves and erase the Traveler's traces, the follower's gaze weighs heavier than iron braces. Yet the traveler's heart's weight is lighter than sand, where to find, where to divine? O...Great...Blue...Sea... The price that is payed, only the traveler can say...