The lands of dee

So let me tell you of a place

The land, it’s wide, with boundless space 

Where cold is warm and warm is cold,  

Where all are young, including old. 

Where walking there, this world is lost

And giving birth, you would exhaust.

A secret known by only me

Will get you to these lands of Dee.  

A hybrid fan, it blows so loud

And all around me come to shroud.  

I close my eyes and float for sea,

For then I see these lands of Dee. 

This raft I steal, below, a keel,

I know it’s not a fact or true,

But I am dry and warm, I breath,

 the seas are sick, they foam a spew.

The crumbled castle’s distance woe, 

For it arose between my thighs.

The ancient fog, it breaks in two 

and knows there grows inception‘s lies. 

Inside I feel it’s strengths, they stow. 

It’s truths, it’s build, resistance go. 

I drift, the folds appear to chew,

There’s more for us to churn and stew. 

The greens, I reach, but first, the sand,

The shells protect the broken shore,

Until the grass, they do abhor.  

My feet, they bleed, they’re cold and wet.

But soon a willow sprouts it’s trunk,

and there, I rest, and heel, kerplunk!

These broken sands of free reach deepest night

As speaking squalls do whisper gale’s delight

it breaks the sound domain, and brings insane,

It calms the mind, you’re sound, you leave with ground

Amidst the folds of reaching fields, your muse, 

will be a bold avail, your life ensues. 

No matter what you see, in best of day,

In worst of fright, has spoken lands of Dee