Boon of Agersia

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

greying hair shed, and black spurting in place,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

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being made to keep going, against his own whim,

mistaken path, he chose back in time space,

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

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years passed, lost loved ones, light of eyes gone dim,

anguish shrouding  the features of his face,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

.

unruffled by wars, conflicts, the prelim

of his journey, judged by the higher mace,

cursed boon of agersia, coursing in him,

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through millenniums, his existence swims,

past it all, beholds, not leaving a trace,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

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the books of his destiny, marked by skim

of mantras, meant to be a gift from grace,

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim

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This is tagged as the poem for 12 November for NaBloPoMo.

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