Journey through these abysses, reader. Make yourself available to the paladin. Walk to the threshold and open the door. Here you'll find pain, sin, redemption, debauchery, vulnerability, subtlety, solitude, addiction, and the mystics-of course, everything pliable to the human heart. Use your senses to understand the ideas of the beast. These are also visions of my phantasm, but very much so accessible real realms to the senses. Real poetry either soars to the heavens or plummets through the earth. Poetry is violent and apocalyptic. I know none other as sure.