Dream

I've written of you before and will a thousand times before I die.

A sack of sand will guide my way.
The twisted branches mocking me.
Just one more night, and I'll be free.

Weaving might and more, you'll say,
Is this how we were meant to be?
A sack of sand will guide my way.

This place is where gods go to pray.
Walk through their eyes and we shall see.
Just one more night, and I'll be free.

A landscape shuttered, closed from me.
Bring the monsters, come what may,
A sack of sand will guide my way.

And all will melt by light of day.
What have you wrought in spite of me?
A sack of sand will guide my way.
Just one more night, and I'll be free.