"Narrow, narrow, down is the machine river,
By its side, the inner west, where the ruins are
An ocean forsaken by time
Better, better, down, down toward the machine river
By the inner west, no heavens there are
Where no peaks there are.
Around the ocean, where the naked noose stalks,
The shadows of the seas below and above,
stays untrue the routes are,
for every sailor, for every poor soul,
grave, grave that Labyrinth.
But beyond her gallow seas and walled off-cliffs,
lies, it, the Forsaken Ocean.
Better, Better,
Go, go, down, down
The Machine River,
Upward and Downward,
The Gallow Ways, you are already there
North or where ever you go
Lights and shadows
Humanity and Monstrosity
Already, passed you by
Your naked noose
A warm reminder
To your haunted gaze of generations
By the inner west, Forsaken by her, no one shall see you by the Ocean
Forever lost in death, lost by time, lost ever your return".
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CORAZÓN AGUIJÓN (Crónicas de los Infra-Reinos) by DeLeon Cortes A.
Fantasy"The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction" -William Blake-
