As I set out on an expedition from word of mouth

  about a village nestled near ancient ruins,

  refusing travelers seeking treasure on their way south;

  repeating, always repeating to regard their own life in prudence.

  The curiosity on such a village naturally peaked my interest,

  in such a way that all other thoughts on personal affairs

  and the disappearances that arose from there;

  nestled somewhere in my consciousness, quite listless

  if one of my friends remarked at my folly.

  Yet I chose to head in that direction, disregarding all common sense

  to those that warned me that no good came from such rashness.

  Yet I really chose to walk that way, more out of young blood seeking adventure

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  then obtaining valuable loot for things that were always out of reach.

  Visions of fantastical rewards wormed their way throughout my being.

  Drooling over such possibilities, these feet subconsciously drifted

  forward, forward on a path slowly swallowed by lively trees.

  My spirit of conquest quickly rose to insatiable, dream-able feats.

  The Setting Sun gleamed over the treetops, smearing the world

  in an eerie red glow.

  Bathing the dirt path with varying hues of yellow to dark orange,

  Causing a pause on the march, appreciating such a sight,

  I failed to comprehend the other meaning of this omen.