If it was,
Like a dream it would be.
Through the haze
A solid image I see,
Sudden shades of matter
In the pure snow of clarity.

And upon the fallen entrance
A thousand chariots, decaying
Portraying the awesome lost charm
Of a time forgotten in memory.
Buried through the ages,
In a cloth of velvet white
Through which ,like a vessel
Time flees, taking my might.

It'd be, in the old manor,
Where one, tearing through the light
It was me, he'd awaken
As of a dream in the night,
Knowing not if real or a sight.