Once upon an illusive dream
I happened upon a mystic
with a wave of his magical wand
he produced a spectrum of vivid colors
colors which could never be seen
by the mortal eye.
I then witnessed a maiden,
laced in gold and seated
on a thrown of sweet myrrh.
She was the scent of wild flowers,
and her hair flowed ever so gently
in the breeze.
I’m suddenly awakened by the jailer!
for it’s time to take my last walk
down this corridor of death.
My doom awaits me
within this icy cold room,
and I sit upon this wooden chair,