The roads are dark places.
The roots that guide them have been buried for too long.
The silk over the eyes is a classic thing.
The ball the most natural in the world.
So this is to the mysteries.
This is to the things we cannot touch.
If you find yourself amongst the Kin
You’ll never want for much.
The roads have been abandoned.
They stay dusty and dry.
The feet that tread are no more.
The king is surely mad.
The mansion now lies empty.
Only wind howls through its halls.
The Kin are truly grateful
for the nameless slave’s return.