Perhaps the Gods took care to shape these vales,
The mountains growing in their mirror image-
Perhaps the Gods took care to set the looking glass and rivers
To reflect the heavens in which they dwell;
For my eyes are yet to find earth so rich and rare,
Verdurous are the legends- as is the divinity the gods place here.

Introspect- oh what have we done?
I seat myself by the river bank.
The soil caking my aching feet,
Oh what have we done in our wayward love for this land?

With vanity and dissolution the sun hangs loose up in the sky.
Unnatural, tremors quaking ‘cross the earth
As it descends- blinding white, blinding light
Oh what have we done to the grace the Gods bestowed
In our perverse hands? Introspect- what do you see?
I see a bloodied chalice feeding the earth with crimson red seas…