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The Doorway to Zanaris, by gYromAncY

With a Dramen Staff in one hand,
the Magician set sail to far lands.
They came ill-prepared
and so when they got there
they had nothing but buckets of sand.

World Eventuality, across Asgarnia

A cabbage awakes and finds themself
alive within the fields of green,
awake to shine and not to dream,
yet fully-fed and in good health.

Some day a pet rock climbs above
mountaintops topped with white wolves.
Why? To find a steady antidote
to their unfeeling, seeing eye.

Ten thousand stranger citizens
across the moons of Erised
do not, and will not cave into
pressures to choose a spirit guide,

and inching forward, meet their maker,
forming, a richer, poorer taker.

Something's got to give
more than three experience.
The world is full of deep pockets
yet I see little more than three

GP each time I sweep down,
each day, my silent gauntlets
a loss-leader in my trade.

Oh, how I yearn to get to the guards
Asgarnia's cities are lined by. Ten times
any sum I've ever stolen are ready,
awaiting a swift hand!

Ah, well, back to the silent handfuls
of enough to buy my daily
vegetables and fruits to feed
the ever-hungry mouths
of my

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