| ~*~Master of Dreams~*~ |
Darkened dreams of clarivoyant entities; Peircing eyes without which none can see, Covered over heads of prophets, To horrified to view the funeral jubilee. Cast out the spirits whom have none to give; None to lend to the newlyweds, No wishes for thier lives fuller lived, Until they too lie silent in thier beds. Come close, you ghosts whith not a black Mourning Shawl with whitch to show Your sorrow for thier fall. But such feelings all have gone from me, What spirit more could I wish to be? And friends do mourn and cry, but why? And I who loved most do not die Does it mean that no one cares for me? Whom have heart to love properly, As well as proper eyes to see. And I remain the master of my perfect dream. |