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The Company You Keep

How long can one be bound by flesh,

To be sustained by mind?

How far can search for knowledge go,

What does one seek to find?

...

Perhaps one can travel to,

A deserted, barren land.

To live a life of solitude,

Among the dunes of sand.

...

Elibe's northern nations flourish,

Their rulers come and go.

From Lycia's golden spring,

To Illia's frigid snow.

...

Yet Nabata is forgotten,

A land that's deathly still.

Yet within resides the Living Legend,

Sustained by force of will.

...

Yet as sun and moon mark the times,

He knows not all is well.

One gets little company,

From history books and spells.

...

Yet perhaps that is set to change,

As he meets one clad in black.

The start of friendship and disaster,

From which there's no going back.

A/N

Update (2011-08-10): Corrected spelling of Nabata.