Eyes are fixed,
Upon another dream,
With features beyond belief,
And like a scarlet witch,
Who upon greater detail,
Becomes a haunting shade,
It teases and taunts,
With the immaterial; the fabric of nightmares too,
As reality, now veiled,
Is screaming to be seen,
And hysteric in the growing dark,
For a curse is at play here,
As no lenses can be found,
Upon the eyes of the dreamer,
Immortal…
Dawn of Eternity 