I heard the call
And with it arrived the morning sky:
A blinding light summoned
Singeing all that could be seen,
But what of me?
My eyes are dimmed by mastery.
The shadow of my shadow
Crossed the last of my vision
With cold hands, a colder metal
Passed the lance-
And what of me?
They told me to
Take hold, to
Never let go:
I felt so wide awake,
I fell unto and through.
This is where I realize
I am the dream, so
I'll make a deal with you:
Wake out of this with me
And I can be
Your night sky
Engulfed in daylight.