A leaky dilapidated temple
With mystic flowered deities
Worshipped by an old priest
Amidst the debris of past sins
While the magic in the rain
Showered precious stones
Poisonous snakes came to
Be the guardians of the stones
The talking sidewalks of Aragona
Whispered about the treasure in the temple,
But they were scared of the snakes, A greedy
evil man rubbed ash offering from a demon,
That offers powers to scare away the snakes,
He entered the temple with a spear
That emitted fire and he threw ash at snakes,
They snarled away towards a creek,
To quench their burns, He began collecting the stones,
And they became mere coals, catching fire,
He became a flame to dream a wake of death,
He woke up in the creek drenched at dawn
He didn't see any snake, He went to the temple
and saw the priest worshipping
There was no sign of fire or
precious stones
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