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Thoughts running rapid
through the disjointed corridors of reason,
each only part of a greater whole, humbling themselves
in the eyes of creation.

Through the disjointed corridors of reason
the sweet melodies of chaos ring.
In the eyes of creation
time becomes an embittered child.

The sweet melodies of chaos ring,
death ambles through the doorway.
Time becomes an embittered child,
as essence is shoved through the threshold.

Death ambles through the doorway
casting long shadows upon the living
As essence is shoved through the threshold
screaming in protest.

Casting long shadows upon the living,
the sun mounts it's golden throne.
Screaming in protest
Luna cowers behind a shroud of mist.

The sun mounts it's golden throne,
Shaman's gather to pay hommage to their spirit totems.
Luna cowers behind a shroud of mist
as the shadows proclaim the name of their hero, twighlight fades.

Shamans gather and pay homage to their spirit totems,
each only part of a greater whole, humbling themselves,
as the shadows proclaim the name of their hero, twighlight fades...
Thoughts-Running-Rapid.

Arturius Pendragon
- Visions Of Reality Literature 1994 June