Not far away lies a cloud covered isle,
Where the sunsets make the dwellers smile
The dwellers are mystics, magicians and more
And they gather each night upon the large shore
They sing as the sun sets so far away
They celebrate the end of another great day
They welcome the birth of a great new morn
As they party until the first signs of dawn
The Seer is the leader, the king to them all
He’s older, wiser and remarkably tall
He watches for signs for change on the way
And decides if the dwellers should flee or stay
For the isle is at risk from an outside source
And the dwellers all know about this, of course,
But the day will come when their ways will end
And they’ll celebrate the day that they have to transcend
The Mansionic Perspective 
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