The boy following the Jerusalem star

Came to the Northern gods.

He walked from EGYPT to ROME,
Walked around all the remains of the World,
And in the end he was left alone.

Alone, not seeing any rivers, or a road
By which he could get to the South,
His thoughts were just like a storm,
He has tired legs and dry mouth.

The sun is setting. It is dark.

The traveler walks alone.

Wind, tavern, wine,
And an old pub by the road.

The gods led the fool,
A field star led,
To the world of wonders and prisons,
To the world of happy and sad.

And at the end of the journey
He saw a new bright star…
It was the Odin’s birds and
He was no longer so far.

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