Poller Wiesen
Behold, O Muse, as I stood upon the Poller Wiesen—the meadows by the river—I could not help but admire the stunning skyline of Cologne spread before me like the walls of a great city viewed from afar. The city glowed with the warm hues of the setting sun, as if Hephaestus had set the heavens ablaze with his forge-fire, casting a serene and peaceful atmosphere over all things. It was a beautiful moment worthy of the gods themselves, and I felt grateful to bear witness to such splendor. In the month of April, when the earth awakens from winter's cold, in the year two thousand and nineteen.