Waves of memories drift me gently,
Over the moon
Enclosed in a cocoon.
Of a great millennium, I didn't live to witness.
Lapping against soft and dark tress
Entwined with such a great message,
Which I truly fear to thoroughly address.

Oh! Whence it embossed a vignette on my bloodied crest,
Whilst I serenely retired to my nest.
A nest of sanctum from my sacrilege--
That the demons would merrily profess.
Hence, once again I--
Enshroud myself in a chrysalis
Meander far, far away
Into the cavernous abyss