"Not Chaos, not
The darkest pit of lowest Erebus,
Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out
By help of dreamsócan breed such fear and awe
As fall upon us often when we look
Into our Minds, into the Mind of Manó
My Haunt, and the main region of my song."
A little rough in some areas but quite happy with it. Might add a little more detail later. Had fun with this.
Not sure why he turned up. I dont even smoke.