Cloying stench of burning sugar, stinging sweat
Rivulets in every crevice, he swings his knife,
Dreaming of a castle in a forest wet
With carved stone balconies to enchant a wife.
Visions of waterwheels around tranquil lakes,
A paradise where there is room for snakes,
Hydropower for the pumps to run tall fountains,
A medieval folly in antipodean mountains.
Marousia 