Through the night
Of dreams, mighty might
I travel to places
that now fill once empty spaces
And through those labyrinths
Of webs I’ve cobbled
In traps set
To tease this old fool
By tricks of self-rule
Times, once thought
Some time now thought, forgot
Yet still and all
I travel the night halls
Where I express my, rites
For visitations, time
To see, times of mine
Now jailed deep within
a very sleepy mind
And there they rest
Comfortably? Or not?
Or do they, then?
Beg to escape, my friends
from spaces behind locks,
Doors thought sealed once and, for evermore?
Oh no, I see, I can but for moments brief
Go and travel and tramp quickly I must
Knowing slumber, will soon leave me to rust
Quickly I scrap through times once captured
There I find mysteries, witch haunted
Of times once held
Lived in such, great rhymes they hail
And sing and call, OH BLOODY HELL!
Come with me, Come my friend
Another encore is at your beck and whim.
Come back, come back, come back and visit me
For, another, encore! You’ll enjoy it you’ll see
Come back and look, crack another door.
I’ll be waiting there, but for only a moments, allure
That’s all your visitation rite’s will grant
For times once lived
For times once lived, now stored
Stored so deeply, they can only be released
From their jail so frail
In the midst of dreams
Day or night, if you please
Come play and remember
Come play and remember, it is your rite!