A crypt in a flurry of words
On pearls, fires, and swords,
Raised on a fertile ground,
Under a merry-go-round,
On a path of a flower and a rose,
And a healing through a prose.

A vision of fluid domains,
Sights of free purchase and open truth,
Where the streams of the plains,
Cross, merge, split and always soothe,
With the warmth of the sweetest rains.

There the thousands jewels' desires,
Flourish under the rays of radiant suns,
Crystals and clarity for crowns that never tire,
And I weave a waft of gold through which I run.