We spent years making this map
We spoke to hundreds of natives
We guessed at the ranges
the heights of the mountains
the depths of the forests
A seer told us of the twin whirlpools
A former slave, of the secret tunnels
We poured ink and sweat and tears
We mixed stories and fact and science
We drew myth and stone
on the parchment
The map is finally done
It’s a thing of beauty
Why visit the land now?
Why spoil the dream?