Crawling below and rising above unending time! Captured between words and thoughts poets and rhymes. we write of pasts - we write of pasts we never lived! Songs unsung - the songs unsung they drip from our lips! And ‘neath the mountainside, the thousands gather: “Hang him high!” This place I now behold, so surreal, I tranquilize. In a world of motion, I stand still! Vicious you stand - as man, as beast and what lies between! Be on the watch - the knot is tied four swords shall gleam!