Message From Reality.

Did I stay a hundred years

or was it just another day

not feeling joy, not knowing tears,

in this land of grey?

What kind of travel took me here,

to this realm of nothingness

where nothing grows and nothing withers

while timeless hours pass?

Through the heavy mists of magic comes a calling

growing in intensity

Clear and cold like early winter mornings

with a message from reality.

Sailing on the Sea Of Sorrow,

riding through the Wood Of Whispers

climbing up the Mountain Of The Nightmares Not Yet Dreamed.

Struggling for the faintest touch

of memories hidden in my mind.

Searching for forgotten feelings

left so far behind.

Through...