Two rings in the court of the king. Cast your eye to the sky and spy where they lie...

Beneath the skeleton, V stands on stilts. All the world is one...

He is the growling one. The Doctor no-one wants to see. Watch your step.

The fisherman can't cast his here, but twined and knotted, they wait for the bounce of the ball

Italian frisbees of wheat and water. On top is where the magic happens. Place it in here and bring it to life...

The only place to which I run. In this place I nourish my earthly form.

I tread the boards and my voice is heard. Upon this platform, the faces of angels stare back at me.

We must be silent, for seniors dwell in this cave of books...

I return home to the land of Haggis, where words have the power of swords.