The Madman Creates By The Northern Rose.

I once walked the halls
A madman created.
They glittered excessively,
More mystical than Versailles.

I'll tell you right now
That it was nicer than Mt. Olympus.
A home of the Gods,
That it must be.

But the problem lies in
The the halls were empty.
A mile long slide,
A staircase to heaven...

Inhabited but uninhabited.
Full but empty.
The madman creates,
But he knows not how to fulfill.


By the Northern Rose