East of the sun,
I traveled alone.
I held always you in memory.
West of the moon,
then in the showers of th3 night
I saw the god in me.
South of the sea
swam, saw and spoke to Tiamat.
and told me, how to hold a lie and
lie in it as long as my life can hold.
North to the valley of doubt,
There lay the gorgon of my life,
in which the hydra kept me awake in sight.
Insomnia upon somnubolistic reprecussions,
yet all circumstance took my life, and i will
champion my greatest treasure,
the light which was given to me, on a fated easter morning
in Mid October of 20th.