The heart of a compass.
The treasure of a beast.
The anenome of the sea.
Blooming in the deep, deep places,
Of the world.
A castle, a shield of thorns.
In the depths of winter,
The flaming soul of a landscape, sleeping.
Of blood and tales.
Of legends and lore.
Such is the treasure of the beast.
'Of wings and words and dancing milkweed seeds...'
