⋆.ೃ࿔ writer's confessions𓂃

THE DIVINE HERALD

When one wanders 'round the world in search of luck
When one wonders in his thoughts, idea-struck
It's time to call upon the Herald, as he
Shall lead your souls away in lands held by the
Hands that bring you bread. He shall help you when
Rewriting stories ancient people had, then
Bring your mind to helping others, those in need
And if you heed to his advice, perhaps, men
Will be, too, nice, and see to that you're safe and
Sound under his so trickstery command.