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