I will walk to the edge of the world
Step, and a step, and another
Through sunny days and vineyards,
Smell of horse ****,
Spring flowers, bright green leaves
and fruit too hard and sour to be eaten

We will carry her to the edge of the world
Her feet soaking in the uneven strenght of lifted arms
In the salty water of the ocean
Sweaty armpits and wet foreheads
And still,
Scent of cheap wax and lavender

There will be dancing
Fast paced sad songs
Holy ***** of wide skirts and tight shirts
Blessed by the lady of the dark cave
Sacred mistress of thousand seas