Imagine there's an island
shrouded in a dense forest,
and a castle in the middle
that is hidden and ancient.

A beautiful system of ramparts
that cries of solitude and
with trees that seem to grow
out of the Will of the earth.

You have to row to get there,
trek on horseback up the steep inclines,
and walk on foot through miles of trees,
but the sight of the drawbridge is amazing.

And inside there are not jesters,
or kings, or even jealous serfs.
Only you and I exist in this castle
and while some may call it prison,
shut off from normalized society,
you and I live in pure spirits
knowing heaven couldn't possibly be better.