On a cold starry night beyond the treetops
Lochesh tasted what I believed to be blood of Gods.
Naive but prepared, he stared at heaven.
Stunned. Mesmerized, as a child and his new toy.
Earthly creatures as the all mighty lion,
Mythical creatures such as the fabled unicorn,
Imaginary creatures, he wonders...
But he heard a horn. Suddenly wakes,
All the heavenly peace turns into thunders;
He tries to be aware, but he's only aware of the poison
Referred as blood;
His heart speeds up, or stops. He cannot tell from the mud;
The world, in his eyes, doesn't seem to be continuous;
At those highs, everything is in slow motion;
He has the notion that everything is broken.
His special hat, Gore, finally showed him
That the only way out was the opposite of heaven,
So, he, Lochesh, walked to the door with a doubt.