The sands of Time are running thin,
Let one last expedition begin.
There is a place your Heart Desires,
Where diamonds burn like coal in fires.
Leaving here takes no motivation,
It's a matter of hopeless desperation.
This wasteland of lost Legacy,
Vision-less infested valley of Vanity.
We'll leave at midnight,
In a stagecoach of Limelight.
Who's fuel tank will foam over,
With concentrated multicolored Monster.
Wait to coordinate the moonlit spark,
Nothing moves spirits like the roaming dark.
Open the translucent laptop map,
Breathe the static of Twilight's Gap.
But to get there what we didn't realize,
The sacrifice it would take, our virtual demise.
Like Frankenstein's reanimated heart attack,
Our vehicle repeatedly leapt off track.
Confronted with thoughts that just couldn't be,
Lava baptizing molds of reality.
Hang on now it isn't far,
Welcome to the Hills of Allabar!
