We like to take trips to the unseen worlds. 
Unchained, untethered, by wings of words.
We like to gaze at foriegn intellects.
Feats of cunning and sly set 
our minds abuzz.

Heroes of heart and of will. 
Seekers of death and of thrill.
Their forms matter not.
We drink in their tenacity and 
their skill.

We know where to find them, the worlds of fantasy and of ash.
Come we bid you, beyond the horizon. 
We are the risen who still dream.

We'd love to take you on trips to worlds unseen.
Aloft wings of ever brilliant sheen.
Intellects fleet and great.
Come and you will know.
Tongues dripping, hearts beating, know our song, know our dance.
                            Strange we are...