In a time without a time
In a dream within a dream
Like a song of ancient rhyme
I am seen and yet unseen

In a place beyond this world
The dragon sleeps in peace
Within its scaly curls
So still my soul did sleep.

For ages beyond number
In dungeons cold and dark
My enchanted soul has slumbered
Dreaming of the dark.

Age-old illusions fettered me
But now the chains are broken
The dust of ages blinded me
But now my eyes are open.

And now the spell is broken.
		


            by Adam Love © 2006