Alchemisland

Rag wearing paladin

Head loud innerdin, agenbiteofinwit

Heart racing, I’m craving red Anadin

Panic attacks about my future, Anakin

Bopping blister packets to access what routine’s lacking

Ruined ship sailing back from Actium tattered and fractured from action

Last embattled frigate flouncing frayed rigging coming up the Sambation

I am cloud-minded vikings sailing up a sound, into Nutka and beyond

Carving strange graven ruins, Hyrulean marks, back to Hyperborean dark

I travel along a blasted network of blasphemies

Against head’s benben sun breaks, firespreading lightextender.