A long life before the dawn of the times

A lizard entered a lineage of wizards

The history of the predictions and trails

May not be a song, or even a rock of sand

Yet the legend unfolds through a vertigo

He had seen silver skinned lizards

On the dawn of his ecstatic moons

He vividly remembers his grandmother

Telling him about the wisdom of the lizards

He fell ill and naked like those livid species

Unable to bow to the brave acts of gravity

And their affinity to the prayer walls

It seems those wise wizards visited his grandfather

On the penultimate day of his conscience

Uncertain times, he went on to travel

Cliffs of a cold blood journey, unparalleled

Like a vertigo wizard from his lineage

A league of wise men