Crooked tree limbs stuck in the ground

Like the work of an evil child

The grieving sky

The river might well be a thousand miles apart

Clean of clouds and telescopically clear

Dark

Does not like or welcome humans

But humans being what they are

And I being a human

Trolls

Lost their burned and dreadful look

Pure pleasure

The strange landscape shouted with color

The starlight made a silver glow in the sky

It was so beautiful

Land of milk and honey

Color

As dazzled by the clarity of the light

Before I slept

I spread a map on my bed

Where I have never been

The bad lands had become good lands