my fettered dream...

come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing

the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir

sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send

the red orange orb embarked

turns now the day to darkest dark

and moonbeams bleed in random flight
their crimson silence in the night

on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke

and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with radiant light

the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown 

the day of knowledge fully come

the signs from heaven now are done

come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring

come live inside my fettered dream

 ~

would you like to hear these words spoken?

the lionman sits...

the lionman sits in stone-carved wait 

for all the children at his gate

the days are short the time draws near
and peace comes not to those who fear

for it is said that in the end
what it was will just begin

those who were will be again
you could be you or maybe kin

the seers know for what to see
as what they see will come to be

there is no secret to believe
no gods seek thee to deceive

the key to all is given all
to save themselves from the fall

to live now to live again
is simple really it’s all within
 

the ancient kings hold not the key
‘tis your own soul will set you free

 

‘tis you and you alone you see
who will decide to be or not to be

the lionman sits in sun and sand
your lives not his to command

he sits
he waits...

a re-post from travel journal - enjoy!