"Chuang-Tze dreamed he was a butterfly. When he awoke, he was no longer sure he was a man who had dreamed, or was now a butterfly dreaming of manhood."
Come here now, let your horizons expand
Hushed and lulling, my head sinking, a nod
To the edge, I climb, the frame of this land
Beyond lies adventure I know of, not
Morpheus plays his tricks, a sleight 'o hand
What chance mere mortals have against the gods?
As breath evens, do these lips twitch in fear
Or smile, a god whispering in my ear?
Let your waking plights now crumble to dust
Cautious steps take me to the crystal pool
Peril so fair lurks near, but look I must
And spy her anguished face, blue eyes so cruel!
Rusalka, sprite, the prey for which you lust
Shall not be me, drowned in your embrace; fooled!
Breaking free of those icy hands, I run
To which she does hiss: we are not yet done!
Be free, without rule, in this land of mine
Stumbling, I plunge into a field of gold
Oh, the sun's caress, the light wind, divine
The tree nymphs flirting 'neath a copse so old
Coaxed, I yearn to taste Nature's fruit and wine
Feast, chant the Dryads, from within their fold
Alas that such invokes their monstrous wrath
Afraid, I scurry for another path
Shed the bleak chains of hardship from your days
Ensnared in silk, I am hauled to the skies
Seized to her breast, I'm the Webspinner's prey
Old Grandmother Spider, whom heaves a sigh
Take of this key for mortals cannot stay
Swathed in one's dreams, in Morpheus' lies
She slackens her grip and I fall through cloud
I shall leave this place! My scream does avow
Stay here now, sweet spirit, forever more
I drop to a peak, by a withered Elm
And here does he stand, gold wings cloaked in awe
A god manifest, the Prince of this realm
Extending a palm, thus does he implore
Heed not Spider's slur, be Queen, take the helm!
I pause: should I go by what fate doth weave
Or spurn Spider's words, and with it, this key?