I stay entombed
Inside a world
Where all light has been consumed as I
Languish
Lest I be exhumed
I'll die this way
I stay confused
Deride a world where fair hearts could be
Abused and in
Anguish
Beg to be excused
And not live this way
Then I stare bemused
I've spied a beacon in the vanta-black room
Is it an Angel
Or a wisp of rover's doom
I'll head that way
Cause there's no risk so great
Between either fate
As to remain
Residing inside of
Abiding this dolorous state
This dolorous state
(Excerpt from Edgar Allan Poe's "A Dream")
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken hearted
What through that light, through storm and night
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In truth's day star
Cause there's no risk so great
Between either fate
As to remain
Residing inside of
Abiding this dolorous state
This dolorous state
When I reach the place
Where I first spied the entity
Will I meet the face
Of my Angel or enemy
Who'll lead me to grace
Or destroy me completely
In either case
It's a means of delivery
If music is played
I'll hear not an elegy
Just Psalms of escape
Regardless of melody
Imbued with the taste
Of Gabriel's reveille
I'm leaving post-haste