The Dragon of Solitude

What is an adventurer without a party?
What meaning is there to a quest,
When there’s no one to share the reward with?
What purpose is there in saving a world,
In which no one holds your love?
Yet that is the path we choose,
The one of the lone adventurer ~
The abandoned wolf with no pack,
A guildless random,
A cardboard cut-out.
Why do we explore this vast wilderness full of empty faces?
Can you hear it beckon?
Do you feel the calling in your spine?
Are you one of the empty faces?
Or will you enter the dungeon,
And face the Dragon of Solitude?

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About Fredrik Kayser

Everything is connected.
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