I dream ...

moon came behind the clouds

revealing

a black tower, this tower rises in 

other

reality, yet I?ve been there several

times ... in dreams



Life was nothing, never, until I found

the truth

the truth of never existing, doom

the secrets not for milleniums told

the tower waits for the arrival of my soul



From the tower opens a view

into worlds so distant, but so true

I'm to be the thyrant, of my realm

as I carry the light of other knowing



Wind whispers me: "come with me ..."



Burn me- spread my ashes into the 

wind

as a shadow I descend into my

eternity

no path leads there ... from the dust

I materialize before the gates silvery



I stand beholding my fate

black tower with open gates

wind greets me as I enter the cold

tower, endless stairs to my destiny

the gate closes behind me,

never to be opened again ...