In the sight of nowhere there was
A clean brown ground with scars,
Stems of strange shaped iron,
Covering it in circular shadows.
In the extreme north there was
Degrees of an odd looking stair,
A door which is upside down,
Holding the bright light of the dawn.
In the inner of a half-blacked heart
Lies memory of what is not fair,
The void turned into his new lair.
Never heard claims, lost into the air.
Living alone there with the books
He passed along through the roots,
Even walked the entire tree.
And just found that he's already was free.