A dance of nightmares, resplendent spider webs of gold,
Twirl, whirl, they consume my fragile mind as darkness falls,
My heartbeat thunders, an ocean's roar inside of me,
Can the world hear?
My past, so fragmented, so lost, what once was now is no more,
How can I understand when there are so many pieces?
Scattered across the winds of Past and Memory,
A moaning murmurs within my grove and I wonder who listens,
A shadow dances across my arms and I wonder if I'm really not alone,
Night, rich, consuming night weaves dreams across my vision,
Am I awake? Am I asleep?
Shadows call to me, so familiar, so haunting,
A dance of nightmares, resplendent spider webs of gold,
Twirl, whirl, they consume my fragile mind as darkness falls.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lupar, in the year 409 AF.