Where chance is meet by fate causing shattering of illusion The transforming shadows of the will To form which then takes flight In the darkest hour of night
Come into the parlour said the spider to the fly be there devoured, the puzzle lies their in A consummate dance of death frailty and the stab of venomous jaws And then no more
My son sleeps upon my shoulder Deep in dreams of distant ages Recalling in some race memory The echoing call of eons past Inside this slumber all of history resides
