Testimonial - Slave Ian

A Journey To Lucina

The fields and towns of England lie below,
Cotton clouds float in the empty air.
This grand perspective on my mind bestows,
A sense of power and freedom, pure and rare.
Yet I travel to a higher place by car,
Beyond where man's mere instruments can measure.
Bound towards a dark, majestic star,
To serve and suffer for Lucina's pleasure.