Melancholy -- A Parable

Somewhere in the varied places gathering within a mind which the
reason is gone without a way to go about describing them. Where from
the sleep which transcending into the period of the void that becomes
the ashes of memory. During the lasting periods as where the dream
would become the reflection of reality, from it becomes the gate from
nightfall while it gathers in the circle. Of a becoming mind, the
knowing of them was the dream as I wrote this here. In places told
among the dream between a shadow of places within the description of
death and hell, as which draws into a netherworld. The patterns of them
drawn from the years as the memory of sermons told in the reasons that
are left for the mind to congregate in pages of them over an echo of a
shadow.&;nbsp;&;nbsp;&;nbsp;&;nbsp&;nbsp;&;nbsp;In a
depth of progression as what draws from the dream, a forsaken whisper.
The foretelling in shadow of what becomes in a vast photographic mirror
which shows the darkness without signs of end. Within the photographic
mirror would have the eerie glow of a black that is not able to be
fully described. In an abhorrence, that it would be of the description
that was written from here -- the dream as it would have a life of its
unhallowed own.