it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Great towers rise like beached ships
Bastion lit bright against cold and rain
With farm and field plucked and beast slain
But beyond gate and door hushed lips
Tell of deserts dry, forests tall and far
Oceans fathomless under wandering star
Abandoned riches beneath crag and rift
Icy reaches, tombs and temples long-lost
Old fortresses sunk under seas wind-tossed
Fire and moon gates, each eye does lift
to speak of endless dark in night and deep;
And amid blind treasures, horrors creep.

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