Dawn – when the world swims through dreamverse, when the early
risers walk round the park, when a new day beckons, full of possibilities…
He stands in front of the magic mirror, staring into the
eyes of the reflection, looking for answers to questions he doesn’t appreciate,
searching for sandcastles…
Realization strikes, the clouds are nowhere to be seen! He
needs to fly again, out come the wings…
Looking into the magic mirror, he straps on his wings- a flash
of light & he’s back on cloud nine! The night is still young…
Crimson sandcastles - the smaller mysteries shrink down to
insignificance, mere specks of dust…
He steps out into the light, the clocks wind frantically, monsters
piercing into his soul…
Enslavement is not an option. But to what? Convulsions within,
he won’t give in…
He steps into the timeless tavern, and he’s safe again. No
more monsters, no more winding…
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who will be the first to
fall?”, Too easy, the mirror looks on with pity…
It pours onto the chair and morphs into dreamverse. Suddenly
he’s flying, he knows how to…
The dreams start to push their weight around, the monsters
can wait…
And so he joins them again, hope and patience kill the
monsters yet again…
It’s all falling apart, shreds of timelines past, what-ifs dancing
around, no place for the monsters…
They sit on the sidelines, biding their time, as they have
for ages, smiling at the irony of it all…
The ring sings the songs of
monsters, they come bursting through the gates of the castle…
Alas! Still no room for the monsters, as the flight begins
yet again…
From dawn to dusk, he flies over and looks to the earth -
his home, his city, his world, his universe…
Darkness all around, the light from the hills is too bleak;
he tries to grasp it but in vain…
Deflated, he collapses onto himself, like a human black
hole, but it’s all too slow…
Time has stopped. He’s flying but he sees nothing, there’s
no light, all sucked into the darkness…
The only thought surrounding his world is “Why”. The answers
still don’t show themselves…
Out comes the magic potion, one sip and suddenly he sees the
lord of light…
He’s terrified, the darkness had become a part of him and
the lord suddenly wasn’t welcome…
He is torn, suddenly paralyzed, his telepathy failing him, the
lord far off on the godly island…
He looks with hope at the magic mirror, it morphs into a
transporter. Excited, he hops in…
Alas! The lord fails him. Just when he’s about to be
consumed, he sees a flicker…
He’s spent by the time he reaches the lord. He looks onto
the lord while catching his breath…
The lord ignores him. He’s missed the chance, the darkness
is everywhere, there’s no hope…
He feels the darkness piercing his soul, it consumes him
completely, nothing left but nothingness….
He wanders into Netherworld, lost souls floating all around
him, he senses a strange kind of peace…
He finally meets the lord of darkness, and starts seeking answers
right away…
The lord looks onto his youngest child, sporting a wicked smile,
and endarkens him…
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is
blowin’ in the wind…
