Dear adventures,
Observers,
And finders.
Welcome,
To a beach,
A beautiful beach.
One with blue skies,
White sands,
Tall trees.
All non existent.
A mere dream.
A fools paradise,
A fools paradise.
A land for the weak and the odd.
There are no trees,
No white sands,
Just you,
All alone.
Here is a mirage,
A trick,
A scene.
You may drink the sweet water,
And walk along the sands.
But one day you will wake,
you will notice where you are.
Walking on hot coals,
Drinking muck.
You are fully burnt,
Drenched in pain.
A mirage is one of the worst places,
To be,
To live.
For you are not living,
Only dreaming,
Dreaming of what was never there.
Many mirages will lead you to deserts.
Clamping your feet in the sand,
Pulling you down lower.
What I may ask,
Is it a dream?
Or a cloaked nightmare?
YOU ARE READING
A Note to the Adventurers
PuisiTo: The explorers and adventurers This world hides the many secrets that you fathom at night, but will you journey on? Watch your step and be careful of where you have lead yourself. Only the brave will survive, and the weak will grow stronger. So t...
