There is a dreamer, blue as blue.
Many have seem him, and so shall you.
Clad in abyss, this dreamer you shall see, in surprise
or to those unfortunate, in their demise.
Gathered in the Keep Ambuscade we were, an alert gone past,
the fun amongst our activities, time going fast.
Out of the blue,
came the figure I knew.
Before the many could turn,
they soon would learn,
the hesistance is bad,
for they have been had.
Darkness on the eyes,
oh such a prize;
the eyes returning from the blurred,
a chuckle hardly suppressed is heard.
A rub of the eye,
followed by a brief sigh;
only the dreamer I knew,
my sense of defense no longer grew.
A grin as I welcomed this dreamer of blue,
this dream took a turn for anew.
Jokes and laughs exchanged,
much did this conversation seem that of the deranged.
Forward this dreamer of blue, clad in abyss did move,
seeing a pair in a folly groove.
Shoulders a stern,
the fires of lucidity did burn;
standing upon the rock is his name,
did he go forth and proclaim,
"Ruler of the Keep, I shall be.
Of anal, shall this keep be free."
Chuckles and giggles, hidden behind hands,
did this proclaimation bring in little time of the sands
In equal haste was it affirmed,
when the storm of fires visibly churned.
Falling from the skies, these dreamers did not deny,
that Zykium was firm in his intentions, as much as Lucidity could provide.
