Poem: The Hero's Journey

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Here, take this
you really shouldn't go alone:

The magical sword
a relic of power
the magic ring of invisibility
the latest technology
the power of friendship

Gather your allies and
sally forth
have fun
storming the castle
don your plot armor.

Quest giver
the old learned wizard
the lady of the lake
the forgotten sensei
in the bamboo forest of dreams.

Conquer your enemy
scale the highest mountain
vanquish the dragon
complete the mission
your very essence changed.

Return home in triumph
showered with wealth and glory
or slip back undetected
wiser and more world weary
to live the rest of your days.

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