The cave of misconception
I am the roof of your dreams...

The King cursed to wither into bone,
The Lady cursed with child forever grown...

I was conceived in
A flurry of paper and ink...

All my teeth are falling out,
I look like I'm ready to be buried...

Bare your teeth and throw the heart away
Little sounds making like drops, you plummeted...

One day upon a spritely morn,
A young lad sat looking forlorn...

There is a flitting spark between-and-in
passes back and forth to die when held...

Don't forget to sing though the sun won't rise,
One man against a beast with a thousand eyes...

(Worlds might end if worlds
need end...

Dance, rigour,
Vigour and Vim...

I told you to listen,
But you wouldn't hear your name...

Insanity calls,
Bitter heaven knocks at my swinging door...