There is a place o’dragons,
o’caverns, goats and molls,
where art sits with the depressed,
yet pearls are made of hearts.

There is a place tormenting vors,
and secrets held in horns,
of one a diver seeks,
of two a diva wins.

There is a place of gods,
of sharp damascan gold,
the trains in cities hold,
godivas beauty blond.

One place is special, harsh,
of gaze and drove and hail,
the weather beats it real,
the king protrudes the veil.