What dank hall is this we habit?

                            bare board, and absent ale

                            cold hearth, nor even lamp

                      Yon half-black bitch

                      Presumes to queen it over you

                      But even this dim space

                      Lies within our Father’s realm

                      Rise up and claim your heritage

                      Whatsoever you are worthy of

                      That which your heart desires

                      Seize and do!