In the Bohemian Forest, my refuge lies,
Where whispers of faith reach the skies.
A recluse by choice, in solitude I thrive,
My life a testament, to keep faith alive.
In Sázava’s shade, I built my retreat,
A sanctuary sacred, where silence and peace meet.
My name echoes faintly through history’s scroll,
A hermit, a saint, do you know my soul?
This is mostly a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used mostly fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is mostly incidental.