Village burn in eyes of gold
A child's hand but not to hold
The cruel desire of a soulless thing
To find a bird and clip its wing
A pet, a toy and nothing more
Used and left as all before
To repeat the cycle if indeed they can
Or waste away to bones and sand

Radiance flows
From past all boundaries
Somewhere beyond
The guardian statutes
That mark the end of what is known

A faint vision engulfs me
As I pass those obelisks
A searing crown
On the head of a woman
Fills my open mind

She is familiar to me
But only in the distant memories
Of long past lives
That I have yet to live

Sing me a song
Of the end of the world
Coming sooner than one may think
Tell me a tale
Of a lonesome journey
From an island that did indeed sink
Show me the marks
In weathered black stone
Where great battles long ago raged
And tell me off him
Who left his life
That our minds no longer be caged

I thought of us
Before I fell asleep
And dreamed of you beside me

It wasn't a dream of something spectacular
No breathtaking scenery
Or romantic getaways on an island beach

Just us sitting together laughing
Enjoying each others company
And the time that we share

If these are the things
My mind dreams of in the dead of night
I believe reality

Will exceed all its expectations

Once temperate shores
Now frozen coasts
As the ice creeps
Ever downward
From the far northern heights
Until the great sea
And all the world
Lie cold beneath the moon

Dreams upon dreams
Layer them
Until the beginning
And the end
Are indiscernible
There within
Will you breifly know
And faintly taste
Immortality
A corrupting ichor
You will not soon forget

There in an inner room
I sat before it
A hooded figure of bone
Fully animate and articulate
Smoke filled the room
Ushering in a more vivid scene
A table with incense
Sat between me
And the creature across
Though possessing speech
It spoke naught to me
Save for vauge whispers
In the far back of my mind
I noticed now too
That candles sat on the table
Gently illuminating
Features of the being
Who sat opposite me
His skull was cracked
In more than a few places
And the pits of his eyes
Seemed ever so strange
Expressive almost
Of a feeling I cannot convey
In the full candlelight
The figure took a sip
From a gold-rimmed cup
Full of a light purple liquid
It poured through is jaw
As I expected
But as it flowed down his robe
The room shifted again
In the expanding smoke
Of fragrant incense
The room was pitch black
If indeed a room it still was
I sat there for hours
Contemplating the darkness
Or maybe just minutes
I could scarcely say
After that time
A new light flickered
In the near distance
Down a deepening corridor
It was just bright enough
To illuminate the being
Who had sat before me
It looked to me
Smiling somehow
Nigh imperceptibly
Then motioned me to follow
Into the warm dull light