Orakle

Morpheus Mysterii

Orakle


Ohh... Senses drown, fall in oceans of rime 
The Winds of slumber awoke before me 
Adorning their lair with hazy sanctuaries... 

Thus I wandered through vales of rapture 
Whilst flesh smoulders, widowed in unease 
Fathoming spheres with a baroque savour 
Swathed in a swirl of thrills and whispers 
I stride the temple of dreams 

...To waltz in the depths 
Of my untamed soul 

And thoughts are freed; as reason mourns 
They prowl the night's wobbling scenes 
Whose cortege led all earthly sway to despite 

Crowned on my frescoes, aerial waves 
Have shown the contours of essential worlds... 

Thus I fathered the vales of rapture 
Carnal sinders on the sly still envy 
Into the crypts of pains and pleasures 
Left under golden seals shall remain 
The traces of those crystalline realms 

Engraved with the vagrant knife 
Loomed ephemereal sights 

My thoughts returned to the hollow graves below 
My dreams, they'd quietly burnt... 
In the shadows now crawl 
Yet, lurked in the midst of afterglow 
Far memories remain... The prized mementoes I attain.