Hooks
Hooks
you're just meat, you're a future corpse
variables change, probability warps
you can't pull them out, these things tug at you
things like fishhooks cruel and steel so blue
while the air pulls, the seawater pushes
your skin flushes, your blood blooms and blushes
and, while what drives you might be very clear
people don’t always seek what they find dear
whether it’s gold, war, wisdom, or knowledge
when hooks yank your skin you may hemorrhage
there is cold weather and warm women, some are unwillingly there
witches stalk lines between things, rumors of their business carry far
there are letters, from an unknown guest in a castle, who is she
letter courier dies en route, you are tasked with delivery
there's women that breastfeed goats, and sorts of secret ancient knowledge
cannibal horde must be stopped, it grows and grows – headed west, and fast
some of your memories are triggered by wandering the wastes
there is ice drilling for lost ruins known to exist, and good pay
archaeologists need porters, bodyguards, specialists, and fools
indexes and lost pages lead here, a land inhospitable
searching for artifice rimed over, underneath iron hatches
texts scrawled on hide and etched in stone, strange passages and old contexts
magic pervades certain locations, phenomena unknown
few heed war's clarion call, but war marches west regardless, and fast
drafted from jails, prisoners shiver and march east – a cold, sad camp
fighting in this clime is brutal, only the toughest emerge here
important sites for several religions lay forgotten here
god wants the invaders dead, you get directed here to kill them
there is insidious forces at play, swirling forms enclose portents
there are active cities, and information is valuable
there are many mountains, ruins, tunnels, places oft forgotten
there are many ports, strange people coming and going with strange goods
there are many dungeons, and threats to be discovered, fought, fled from
there are many industries, trapping, whaling, killing, and looting
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