Breath deep the watered air of thoughs, and share
The twisted vines of vice that form each loving snare,
Carve the path of processed thought to walk the jungle floor,
Share the sweet aroma of fear, at your daydreams door.
Chase the chaos creatures, loosed upon the mind,
Flee the thunder of the stars, as lightening and land collide,
Savour victory, win the chase, just to test your will,
Drink the cup of conquest won, as you skin and blood your kill.
Dream the stars of heaven spun, through the woven clouds,
Listen to the breeze wraped trees, in their dancing shrouds,
Watch the thought veils shimmer, as autumn turns them brown,
Let logic fall and form your bed, to sleep through winter sound.