Myrddin Wyllt Journey Through

Long ago far from Annwn, roaming the castle of Bedlam It began a house of bread to the tormented souls but sanity’s answer to Melancholy and Raving is for one to wade, through the sewer, of chaos and confusion the wild spinning of rational therapy Spinning on a throne suspended from the ceiling A dizzying carnival of madness, to no avail Open windows into disturbed minds but who’s One swell master stroke no raking progress, in the dungeons of the mind Warmer was the solitary confinement, of the straight jacket The icy baths, leeching, beatings, bloodletting, cups of fire Blistering the mind, as a silent young one rooms with a manic As the black knights of this realm sell the spoils to their starvation The political prisoners of their choosing, even the dead are sold for gold but an escape was made playing dead, to the body snatchers surprise Myrddin Wyllt’s scientific method is running into the woods vanishing before their eyes, far from the aristocratic zoo - Based on Bedlam, History’s Most Notorious Asylum and various legends