Gloriously,
I am crowned
By an attic of dreams,
Of burning desires and lustful ambition.

Pensively,
I am seated
Inside a parlour of truth,
Of solemn reflections and desperate redemptions.

Humbly,
I am rooted
Into a cellar of memories,
Of unfulfilled wishes and forgotten love.

Together,
I am synthesised,
By a stairway that connects
As above, So Below.