Beyond the Tanarian Hills

I dream a new name 
I don't care about anyone 
The herd laughed at my writing 
My dream writing 
I write no more but I still dream 
I write no more but I still dream 

Flying zigzagging zugzwanging 

Aurora over cities of the Apocalypse 
Death lying upon that land 
Crazy chrysophase faces 
Gingko trees shudder, 
pagodas perish 
Expelled from London 
Through the towns of Surrey 
Melting minarets 
Homes growing thinner 
Beyond the Tanarian Hills