Asunder the leaflet pallots flow
below the rivers deck of gold
trace the beauty
face of glow
back to a time
when winds dont blow
under rocks where hidden trolls roam
in the earth to die and go alone.
A lake of fire a coast ablaze
the fortress spills her mighty wine
for all fishes of the sea to dine.
her deadly candle
burns night and day
miles away
it can be seen
sunset of a third day
of whence she spilt
returns to the earth
from whence she was built.
A mighty kings mouth
her fire lives on
just upon
the horizon
as it fades within
the skies thunderous grin.
