• In the depths of dark night.
    Dwells the window of lost sight.

    Beyond it blows the wind of change.
    And all the world is within its range.

    Below that rests those its carried.
    Countless generations to which its ferried.

    You'll find this land, within a warped hand,
    surrounded by sand, and forever unmanned.

    Troves of treasure, mountains of junk.
    All seekers thusfar have found themselves sunk.

    A place locked within the soul-whispering sound.
    Some things are forever destined to be unfound.