The rusty gates of sleep close once more
and Hypnos steals my eyes for another night.
I dream dreams that no mortal is meant to dream
As I drift, I see things no mortal is ever meant to see...
Poseidon in all of his fury, Eros in all of his glory, Thanatos in all of his dread...
I see gods that are invisible to the human eye,
and I shudder that most human shudder...of fear.
I am taken and guided along the mists of lost worlds, worlds that you could never imagine.
Halycon skies, Cherub faces,
Awestruck cries, and golden laces.
I awaken suddenly; I am alone.
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