Itโs a place like no other, I follow the wind to the path that lends itself to a pryer efficient and stern. emulating the prize, fable of a town once was.
I pour out and pull in, I indulge the loft appeasement of varility, I braise the iron. I purify itโs incense. Assuming I am over the ledge, mounting the stables.
With an host of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear
And a horse of air
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to Tourney;
Ten leagues beyond
The wide world's end:
Methinks it is no journey.
