Dream of Elysian Fields
And of the highest heaven
Fancy I, the riveting views
Eden, my only muse
Attend I, to the chirping of birds
Fancy I, the grass-hopper
And ride in the hazy forest
Known was I, the strongest
Fancy I, the heavenly themes
Fancy I, the gushing streams
But All I see.. and all I hear..
Burning trees.. and dying screams
Rise and Fall
Stumble across the wall
The fragile.. twisted mind..
Fancies no more..
No more do I envision the Elysian Fields
No more do I fancy the deceiving heavenly themes
No more do I care for the riveting views
Perdition, my only muse
Life and Hope.. Shrivel into the void.
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