Within the realms of Time and Space
We find a plethora of worlds and words
Left floating; seas of character.
Small outposts, moving letters and waste;
A village full of toxic beasts
Whose flesh could shift the mortal coil
Its citizens die at their toil.
Twin countries made of smoke and air;
Home to dragons minute and sizable both.
Ruling City-state,
Lush and moist,
The hot currents of its rivers feeding
Life-force to the lesser vales.
And on Heavenly ascent we find
Grey mazes; twisting ether,
Home to by-gone philosophy and dead dreams -
A boundless archive of Myth.
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