In a time of deep uncertainty
with my NuBlaccsoUl in ruins.
The kingfisher Ja bade me follow Creepstar
To the mystical place
In search of grace,
beyond sheer Pradip mountains
Where the clear crisp ink of fountain flows.
Here the saints of Ignatius
stop to quench their thirst.
The journey held danger
when I came upon a stranger
I became enchanted by the spells
of a mischievic Pixievic.
Spell bound I watched entranced
the sheer dexterity of the Busbar dancer
Whereupon My poor dark soul
fell deep in a hole.
I was taken through the worst by Steven Langhorst
To arrive safely at the hallowed grounds of Newvango
Where now I see
the Paradise in me.