I found me in a dream I can’t quite tell
Nothing could be heard, save my exclaimed yells
A clangorous toll of the old church bells
As if, to recognise my bereft knell
I blinked my eyes to clear out the vision
Obscenities, kaleidoscope fusions
Rather than vanish, why, alas! I saw
Such macabre horrors of nightmares raw!
I found me in a dream within a dream
I sought to shiver, I fought not to scream
For surely, it will awake reposing beasts
In the unquiet valley where they feast
That mystified zephyr of Hebrides
Prayed out to me in eponymous pleas
From whence cometh the tempest arising
In delirious shades of jagged lightning
I found me in a dream of tantrum storms
The quicksand below me mocks in furled scorn
Torrents of rain slashed at my waxen skin
Vulnerable state of feared heart within
It worried me not, my physical form
Yet I feared great for my sanity shorn
Will it keep me company? Or give in?
To the contagion of this valley’s sins?
I found me in a dream of umbralon
Whilst I wandered the desert all alone
A presence of unrest, saddled danger
Following me like a distant stranger
And what is that shadow that stalks me here?
A feminine figure, a lithe veneer
Upon closer inspection…on my life!
Sneering back was my emaciated wife!
I found me in a dream of seeked vengeance
Facing my departed wife’s defiance
Its rictus opened, I stared in horror
Mouthing such words that left me in terror
Come with me, groaned she, cold corpse beckoning
Shaken, I fled, denying her waiting
She gave way to no chase, only she smiled
I suppose I shall see you in a while…
I found me in a dream of confession
Vindicating with forceful convictions
Oh dear God, tell me, for I have wronged thee
Why must I suffer thus? Please answer me!
I implored in pain, yet all in mad vain
For only thunder procured my remains
Collapsing by a riverbank of mud
I wept and I wailed, tears causing a flood
I found me in a dream of senselessness
Where my reasons diminished, less and less
The morn in descent, a perennial night
Heed, heed the dying of the glorious light
As I lost the path of my own snapped mind
And cackled in lunacy, unlike mine
Halted at the gate of blood, death and bones
Ah, I thought comfortingly, I am home.
Demons hath swooped with tongues in twisted grins
And magniloquence, Welcome, please come in!
I embraced their whips, grateful volition
Marching me to their final perdition
When I found me in my dream, I have fell
Stepping upon a ghastly wishing well
When I asked for peace in paradise’s dell
I missed one step and plunged through this damned hell.