The Journey Through the Latīnum

On the Island of Gehenna,

I saw ferocious fires wake the dead,

the devil has control and is prepared to crush humanity.

On the island of Phoenīx,

I saw dancing trees perform into full bloom,

Flaming fruits evolve into perfect taste.

On the island of Volatus,

I heard the elegant calls of females prepared to mate,

I tuned into a night-hooter,

waiting, waiting for a midnight feast.

On the island of Sensus,

I felt the fresh fir of the fire phoenix,

I smelt liquid fire feeling flocks of foxes,

I heard horror stories of disappearances.

By Benjamin