Chapter III

Slowly, through hologram portals Chery surface cold, unmoving Following the deluded trail of slime Through every equinox and winding path Following innumerable noughts Casting their gaze towards the ground Leper colonies breading like flies Kingdom of the blind What king would rule all this? The smell of ritual fire and dry earth greets the hermit. In silence is the loudest voice found. The inner temper, the inner adversary The inner peak, waiting to Boer reached Again and again...