In a moonlit town,
There lay an old Cathedral
Wrenched by the ever powerful dimension of time,
Cracked and dilapidated,
Tortuous are its edges,
Why is it this way? I wonder

The sky looks the same, and so swirled
That I cannot tell where I am anymore,
What is this place? I panic
I recognize not these streets!

Fright fills my lungs,
Fear intrudes my mind,
I see more swirls and twists
The moon,
The stars,
The mountain tops,
My feet hit the swirled pavement with force now,
I try to make it back to home,
But soon I realize,
I’ve been captured.