Hermit's Call

Silent shadows, secrets kept in caves,

Waiting for the call that will set him free.

Night awakens, stars align,

Hermit's soul begins to shine.

Beyond the levy, darkness looms,

A hidden world where whispers bloom.

He sleeps during day, guards through night,

Watching over sacred light.

Hill is stirring, wake the beast,

Hermit's coming, won’t cease.

Strapped in tight, he's on the run,

Chasing truths beneath the sun.

Here we go, the hunt begins,

Goonies call, the race he wins.

Arrows fly and axes clash,

Guarding secrets, making a dash.

He’s the third who stands so tall,

Guardian of the sacred thrall.

Wild and crazy, uncontained,

Hermit’s oath, he’s not restrained.

For the book, he fights and fights,

Truths emerge in fearless nights.

Running free, no chains can hold,

Hermit’s story brave and bold.

When the book’s revealed in light,

His journey comes to final night.