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A rift in the dome, such a marvelous think to explore

Worlds where only devils can be, I am breathless in expectancy

As of vast the ancient waters I recall sensations not corporeal

Flying over the ocean waste, chattering in a sinister haste

To inner memories known, great gardens where memories blow

Feelings luscious to the taste, grove with branches over the coldest place

I dream vague dreams while on earth, recalling marks of an olden shore

Where torture is owner and empty waters stretch away once more

Sunken deep into the alien throng, from old towers heard the lost song

For I first saw the light in an old town, in a freezen cold nightfall

Dirty harbour rich with visionings, carved doorways where the sunset beams

Flooded old fanlights and window panes, were sights that shaped my darkest dreams

Shifting the ways and muddled faiths, across the walls of earth and hell

The moments thongs and set me free, to stand alone in eternity

¬¬¬¬A black haven of eternal night, where elder signs of secrets rise

Open clear paths in mad retreat, from below the clumping feet

For each dawn found in its place, every night the spirit gone to race

Through gulfs of worlds from olden days, still night across space thrown away