"Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams—can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man— My Haunt, and the main region of my song."
William Wordsworth
A little rough in some areas but quite happy with it. Might add a little more detail later. Had fun with this.