The evening

As the night fell down across the land, a man
comes to his house. A lonely house for no one
waits - no children cry, no children's cries. He
takes off his clothes and goes to bed, his mind's
so numb - his mind's so dumb. As he sloses his
eyes he wishes to die (to) die in his peaceful
sleep - in his sleep.

The dream

The fugutive: Embedded in a velvet heart of
jasmine roses in the dark. The light of sunrise
kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night.
"Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you
enface a bleeding hour, where all your sins in
pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free"

The birth of a king: I dropped my mask on to the
ground of deserted wasteness in the sand. But
where it fell a flower bloomed she smiled at me -
we were alone. But as the spring to summer fell of
april's healing, blessing rain, the desert round
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So where I went the flowers bloomed, the birds
they sang a lovely tune. the children looked and
smiled at me "This man was born a king to be"

The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed
my face to say goodnight. The holy mother bowed
her head mumbling: "Do not forget this could be
life and not a dream"

The return: The mother raised the dagger high, and
blessed by the wells in her eyes, I opened my
chest to heart my lies to accept the judgement of
her knife.

The morning

And so the lonely man with no will to stay wakes
up in the morning. Hi mind is gray the fog will
stay forever in his head. He puts on his clothes,
he tries to forget his boring life - his boring
life. He can't remember the dream he just had - no
one will remember his life!