He was in a state of time

wonderfully dark and rather profound

he derived a silken cocoon

breaking the barriers of time


Where light fell where divinity died

by the side of the river where the blind reside

where tears of angels did make the streams

that flow into the sea of dissolution and sadness


Where death travels at a steady pace

culling all and sundry of a certain race

he picked up the flowers of their mistakes

for the man that always fell asleep


Dark shadows did comb his hair and grace

last of the sleepers now truly awake

dropping out of the fabric of time

just to whisper past and future glories


He is the man that always falls asleep

with magic and secrets old he keeps

and here in slumber he does write

from the scream of day, till the dead of night



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