The Mansion of Dreams

“Remember the mansion of crumbling stone?

The mansion of dust and empty throne?

Where no one dwells, and no one knows

Who built this place where I now go

The walls were grey like dusty floor

There silence ruled and death bestowed

A peace unscattered, long and still

For empty, lifeless dreams here dwell

Inside the mansion of dreams and mind

I found the chamber of long-lost kind

Inside the chamber those hidden stairs

Hidden behind all earthly cares

I knew I should just turn away

Never step behind that stay

For under dreams; what I might find?

I did not know; ‘twas not my mind

Though warning thoughts my head had filled

I went and to the stairs I stepped

Then under there that mansion proud

The hallway silent, dark I found

I looked around that hallway there;

Behind me long and empty stair

Around me walls with carvings faint

Of mosaics the floor was made

I did not move; I was in fear

This place was old, it was so clear

Unknown, old and scary, dark

And what I see? One single spark

That spark was how it all begun

Just a spark! I will not run!

But flames then flashed up through the floor

That simple spark so soon was more

Now hallways burning where I looked

Through scorching heat my step I took

The mosaics now flaming red

I couldn’t turn; my path was set

I walked there to the maze of halls

Through flames and heat inside those walls

Why? That I might never know

This was a dream; I had to go”

(By: Wyrd)