Welcome to Seventh Heaven, where nothing is quite what it seems
Here my fantasies come alive, fulfilment of my dreams
Come, come, see my city of gold, with its towers of glittering glory
Fantastical entities throng the streets, where there is much to see
Spend some time on Easy Street, where toil is a dirty word
Fortune comes at your every whim, but effort is absurd
If ever you wish to be entertained, then look no further than the Joker’s Pavilion
The joke’s on you, but what does it matter, when the audience says you’re one in a million?
Dine in style at the Emperor’s Palace, where you are an honoured guest
And you may drink from a golden chalice and eat from only the best
From bustling town to rustic fields, let’s take in the country air
Where yields are high and rents are low, and life is always fair
Upon those endless, sun-kissed fields, Death’s shadow’s never cast
And folk look forward to a joyous future as much as they honour the past
As night descends, look for your friends in a tavern or an inn
Where wise men drink and carouse all night, for drinking is never a sin
Look upon my wondrous world, compare it with our own
For yonder’s where my mind will travel when I am alone
Away from stress and strangers, away from all my peers
To assume my peerless position in a kingdom without fears
Away to my utopian empire! To be what I want to be!
Away to my dreams! Away from this place we call Reality.
– The Spideron, 1993