to the north
there are three
they are bald women
albino, naked and baslik-eyed
thier mouths red and fanged
to the south
there are six
hooded figures
in hot air balloons
with sacks of sand
pale faces
and heavy stones in hand
to the east
is a temple
obscured by pillars
with nine ways to get in
but only one way to leave
to the west
a giant bee mound
who hover above their home
forming an eye of dajjal
the sword on my person
used to belong to a chevalier
the cross-guard in the shape of grapes
inside the hilt is poison
should my mission fail
under four suns
six moons
and thirteen stars
the exact location
of my compass
eludes me
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