描述
„Amidst the clouds that veil the hills,
There stands an old and ancient shrine,
Where secrets lay, and spirits still,
That guard the powers most divine.
A Shinto temple, old and wise,
Enshrined in mist and guarded ways,
To powers layed beyond our eyes,
And secrets kept for many days.
The walls are steeped in mystic lore,
Inscribed with ancient, sacred runes,
And stories of the gods of yore,
Whose powers rise with waxing moons.
The shrine is silent, save for whispers,
Floating on the mountain breeze,
And the rustle of the sacred slippers,
Of those who come to seek the keys.
For hidden deep within its walls,
Are secrets no one seems to know,
Of powers great and spirits call,
That only chosen few can show.
So if ye seek the secrets old,
And the powers layed therein,
Climb the mountain, brave and bold,
And let the shrine reveal its sin.“
MYTHICAL CITIES I
No. 8/15