in poppy fields, home made bombs beat the battle hardened, in the red flowers of narcosis we are all drowned, in the attack of recovery we all make simultaneous discovery, man of sorrows, man of tears, man of dust and man of years, extended that horizon unbounded by division, the palace of wisdom lies off the map, the place is in exile, it's overgrown, over run with weed and wild ferns, barely recognisable in the ruins of time. they gave this place a name, tanelorn but in ages it just became the tan, a city on the edge of time, a city on the verge of space, constantly moving through many dimensions, consequently existing in all dimensions. some sail towards t, some walk through desert, some arrive by blimp as we do 1000ft above, glistening cathedral spires, parks with pristine gardens and wild unicorn, the harmony of the spheres, the music of the orbs, angels fly below, in white gowns and purple robes, people wander through the central library carrying books and bags, laughing and a crick of students listen to a poet with a long grey beard recite from a book of blake, the tiger tiger burning bright. we are floating above the place of tears, our quest almost ended, i carry my sword and the head of my enemy, lord ashton who i duelled for these past 24 years, we fought across four continents, chasing the dragons, we rode tamed beasts into battle and jumped ships in strange ports we never thought we would ever see, we travelled the highways and byways, we traded our souls for some cash and we bedded with women for lust, we spend love like we had an infinite resource and we slayed life where it stood in our way, and i chased lord ashton across the multiverse, from incarnation to incarnation, we made lives over and over, had children we could never grow old with, we served only our quest and no woman or man, we served our greed and aggression, we knelt before our ego, we praised the lowest common denominator and the battle weary bodies we hauled from swamp through valley and hill, we climbed the mountains of topaz, gathered wealth and spent frivolously. and then on the outskirts of tanelorn in one universe i hunted him down, and dealt the killing blow with my haunted sward, and as his head rolled off, gravity laughed and i saw my enemy, was indeed me.