The Bazalisc

Oh lamb of the lost flock, Why have you come here? Didst thou not know this is a place of limbo, or perhaps one such as you had come in search of one self? Thy moon in it eternal gaze, looks down upon thee, the Yellow sky mocks thee as whence it thou entered. A heavy heart turns hollow, and to shall flesh become stone. Thy shall be stuck in this limbo of ones mind. This place is a sorrowful one, as it a prison for many. But i say onto thee, Go forth and find paradise so you can soothe ones ache.