As I sleep, my thirdeye opens,
Dreams splashed with secrets unspoken.
Visions fragile now broken,
Perception becomes distortion.

Croaking words of woven content,
Interlaced chords without context.
Intertwined shouts, divine dissent,
Cloaking of sequence in torment.

Unicorn siren on speared rock,
A white eagle soared, so I flocked.
Manic madness, swamped angels blocked,
Temple dreams, my spirit unlocked.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 925 AF.