As the strange purple darkness

claimed its aftersun light,

and the dense woods changed its mood

from the green friendly to the mischievous dark,

I soon found myself wandering

in a desperate search for a place

where to finally lay my arms.

Yet the forest seemed to have no mercy,

not for drifters nor misdirected foes,

and before I could realize

I had surrendered far into the dusk

of my own weakness,

my own brutal and lethal wounds.

And in my dreams I saw casted

a beautiful woman of infinite might,

who in her walk, appeared to bend the trees back

blinded by her light, her brilliance,

so particularly expected from the midday sun.

And thus, amid this blazing light,

a group of dwarves and elves and men,

carried e up and healed my marks,

taking my cries to the now destroyed dark.

In the most beautiful palace I woke,

Lady Eden now sat beside me

and she spoke and filled my mind.

‘It is your duty now to be my man,

and from now this shall be your house’.

‘And you shall dwell with me. Forever.’