Come, walk too the vertical precipice towering over your homes and villages.

Take gulps of warm fresh air and hear the sea wind howl.

Walk with me inside this castle, full of wonders mixed in with absolute horror.

Enter here where the blue snakes dwell, slithering around old withered columns eating demons of varying sizes and shapes.

I wear a cape of dreams which sways about with carefree grace of which I race to harness at last after all this time.

For I have drank too much of the wine, and slit my rhythm and rhyme down to the bone infecting it with stagnate air.

I didn't even care that I was descending the dungeon stairs I just wanted to fit in and purge all of the awkward stares.