now that is what you can call a popular guy
Time's angles, mages tell, conceal a place
Incredible, beyond the mundane mind:
Night-shrouded and outside the seas of space,
Doomed Tindalos blows on the ageless wind.
And where the black and corkscrew towers climb,
Lost and arthirst the ragged pack abides,
Old as the aeons, trapped in tombs of time,
Sailing the tortuous temporal tides....