The skies with tumbling light and stumbling stars,
Where the up tips right, and the left trips near,
Where down looms eastward, behind Everscars,
Dreamt cities hawk daydreams for shades to hear.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Where the molten tides kiss the gilded seas,
The earth heaves underneath the serene schemes,
Where the Wyrm Winds beam and Weeping Fires freeze,
And broken glades stitched back with moonlit seams.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Dread and despair from the First Child's nightmare,
Born from Night and Serpent, with Claws inflamed,
The Dream Dragon arose, firstborn and fair,
For his inky black Scales and dreamfire famed.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Six times six wings beat as Dream Dragon flies,
Shard of Night, glowing bright in Dreamfire's light,
Hunting the spirits, like a cat stalking mice,
Fugitives in Dreamlands, fleeing Death's sight.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
For a longer stay, buy the colour meals,
With coins of shooting stars, traded by all,
For World's colour, the setting silver steals,
Forget not or you won't yourself recall.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
In Forgotten Bay lies Dream Dragon's hoard,
Misting at touch, to sands that cost so high,
Unseen and Untold, treasures long ignored,
Trade memories for sand, for truths to buy.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Upon churning Lethe's bridge, a Sphinx reclines,
When all remaining paths are sealed and barred.
To her every reply, you must devise,
A riddle true—or be forever marred.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
The Golden Lean Cat is the first Muse Minx,
And third revered beneath Oberon's light,
It speaks in the Tongues which predate the Sphinx,
While guarding the hoard with its cryptic might.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
In Epic Seas, Echo Isle ever sails,
Where the terror tales and wars old are weighed.
Echoing clashing swords and waning wails,
For future children, ancient past sends aid.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Would you hide in the blue flame of sorrow,
Or hearth in the purple flame of glories,
The First one would freeze you by tomorrow,
While second scorch you in endless worries.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Always hide your true name among lies here.
Lest your mind slowly dulls, and magic fail,
For there is much of the Alfins to fear,
As you lose, they are remade whole and hale.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
When Oberon's eyes beneath shadows slipped,
As Black, Silver, and Gold in gloom have fall.
Steal not unless all three suns have eclipsed,
Or the bells will toll in the Wild Hunt's Hall.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
At dawn, plunge from Kragalith's tall embrace,
To Zephras Temple ere the wind arrives,
To find softest pillows of any place,
If your incense lingers in their cloud high.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
The Roc on boughs of Elder Razil stills,
City Reynor on its blessed leaves thrives.
They trade the true silver for the Roc's quills,
And diamonds for dew that dawn's light survives.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Pitter-patter, like laughter, falls the rain,
Are we praying for joy, with hearts in right?
Yet in this place here the mortal tears drain,
Are we cawing for ruin, with minds of spite?
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Insult not Orphan, nor claim them your kin,
For as Heroes or Kings they will rise.
As Villain or Martyr— in Tales not win,
Wed to Failure, you have sealed your demise.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
If you ever take to a Rival's din,
Never let the First Winner's game pause,
The Rule of Three is to Lose, Tie, then Win,
So remember, always take the First Loss.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Where dreams welded to stories, eons past,
And horrors melt to nightmares, ever scarred,
If you are in the Everscars, flee fast,
For nothing in here remains long unmarred.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Next comes the bird with thousand feathers bleached,
Each plume bearing a face, frozen in dread,
To guard your face from being slowly leached,
A face shut tight, is sole, safe way ahead.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Gather tales to enter, both said and read;
Each one a gem, stuck to gate in display.
Sing the Guide in joy, or dense words it'll wed,
Twisting itself to an obtuse array.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.