Baskadia

Is it true?

Is it not?

That's unique.

Yes- so unique!

I stand on top,

Of course came by wings;

The snow falls

Covering the palace in silver.

Pushing my rod to the crust,

Do I hit the hard stone;

Created of diamonds

As a cave of smiles.

Slowly do I descend

To meet the guilty clones;

They shine and smile

To arrest my attention.

Further below I notice

The precious gold fruits

Besides a juicy river of honey,

Flowing down the walkway.

I turn around to see at the foot

The blooming beauties

Flying from one to another

With restless dances.

Amid their whistles and murmurs

Do I open my eyes.

I wish it were true,

Oh, just a dream!