If, perchance, you should happen to depart from wisdom and stray into the Gallery of my Dreams
I should wonder what you might make of it all
Be wary not to be swept into the dark current, the torrent of God's tears which comprise this ebony stream
Leading anon to the path of desolation, this last trace bearing witness to the Legend of the Watcher's fall

Would you eye askance this dark disarray, dismayed by a soul deprived by decay
Annihilating the hapless hope of a half held heart
Would you draw back from the stark, crumbling bastion of fevered faces that holds chaos at bay?
The breadth of this frozen facade stifling back the promise of nothing, with only a breath of death to impart

Would you drink in the sullen, swirling reflections drawn from the darkness of these far recesses?
These images of a framed future are exacted from the actions of my former ages
Lamented by the long forgotten wail; the cry that never ceases
These sepia tinged picture petals falling from this dark scrapbook's pages

Even the vision of childhood, of running through vibrant lea and fen
Has been leached of all color, hue and intensity
Leaving a barely perceptible afterimage of what this boy once held so dear then
Replaced by fields of wind swept ice, stretching the magnitude of this life's eternity

Let your eyes be not deceived by the tapestry of lies that this life has taken to weave
Let your heart instead perceive the beauty I believe to be held hidden, reticent within
If I so had the mastery to rend this ebon tapestry, into a tattered shroud I would cleave
If I had not lost my sight, my way I would wend through this bilious stretch of darkness and sin

Yet I know this to be an aberration of expectancy
I exist within and endure only this desolate terrain
If you could see me, the unfeigned me, just for a moment through this fallacy
Know me when my shade falls across your heart; know me by my pain

Do not be afraid for me or let a tear slip, for I have always been here
Betwixt and between the darkness unseen, never to be truly set free
Awake and soon forget what you have witnessed, this illusory fear
This is my reality, but 'tis only a dream to thee