By: Asara Posted on: November 20, 2007
To sleep, perhaps to dream
as Somnustra's heavens cast
grey shadows upon the minds
of sleeping Sapients.
Betwixt a Weaver's fabric, this,
planar portal great
is Dreamers' wake that dubs
what no one can escape.
Alas! No mercy for the restless
when Dibbuk's madness seeps
to soak the naked conscious
eclipsed below and drive the sane
to feats of marvelled change
as fevered Vixen dreamt of Wooded lore.
And too, it plagues a Prophet great
when Averroes cannot escape
the pull of dreamt destruction due
to fallen suns.
Through dreams the stirring of a Lady Green
awakes, but tainted demons wyrm Her will,
like wing'd Goddess raped by Seven Truths
for nightmares of Apostasy.
And Dreamscourge demon born
of thick Aegean red
has ravaged us like nychtaurs birthed
of Thoth and Night Eternal,
growing due to dreaming dead
as weirwood does.
But lo! Beneath her golden hair
young Tiah dreams of Vashnars' heart
to play a bardic part
on stages gold as those
which shine Ceylonic splendour like
Nikolas' dreams of bright Seleucar.
And dreams of divination dreamt
by Logosian slumber, Love and Beauty owed
to dreams again.
Nothing else to touch
the full'd width of living ken
of truth divine or mortal men
as dreams that harbour inner triumph
or grief's impassioned horrors
beyond the corporeal like
caresses of soft Valnurana grey.
And when the newbie sleeps
for health regaining,
partake of Dreams of Divine Lands
beneath the starry sky that winks our myths and legends.