HomelandSurrounded by trees and the city sky... A sea of stars below and above... Stairs leading down, stairs leading up, walk into town and celebrate or enter lush gardens and meditate... Under my feet, far down below, the subterranean caves, the scent of sulphur and dark, healthy wells... Under my feet, far down below, in subways and canalisation grow dark fantasies, catacombs of my imagination... Above my head, reaching up high, architectural beauties, silver towers extending
HomeCold stone greets bare feet, when we're awakening the evening smells sweet... With a line of runes, white walls like oracles, the maidens at the great ash's roots... Always whispering and still mute shadows companions, telling always the truth... A thousand little treasures holds the hoard, a dozen words of power serve as the wards... Aesthetic darkness and cool light home is the place where imagination takes flight... Soft sheets hold the body, caressing memories the soul, it doesn't know space,