fauxcroft

Hollow, dark, and strange forgotten dreams

Drift along my mind like endless streams,

A mill churns out the sounds of foreboding themes

And that’s when I realise nothing is as it seems,

In nightmares, I stare at the illusions

In my sub-conscious I struggle with what’s real,

Beyond the veil, beyond the forgotten realms

I see the navigator steering at the helm,

Looking for lands that he knows may overwhelm

Within the nepheline world, which he spies off the stern,

In these dreams, I stare the illusions

In my sub-conscious mind I struggle with what is fantasy.