Woven from the fabric of deception
Idle and enclosed
Fathomless isolation

An extended encounter
With emptiness
A vast, enticing realm
Unhealed wounds consummate
Darkness feigning light

I lit the torch
The fire is all in my soul
The thorn and its bloodied ink
Is written with a silver lining
Initiate to recollect

The eternal mirror
Shines on the omniscient face
Without limit, without trace

This is only a dream
And soon, I will awake

The aching of the heart
Is the longest process
Encoded wisdom
Within this brokered kingdom
Within this brokered kingdom

Pioneer of impermanence
Masqueraded subjugation
Shown what's in store
By those that came before
A constant reminder
For the stoic pathfinder
At the forefront
Indebted to karmic retrieval

This is only a dream
And soon, I will awake

I lit the torch
The fire is all in my soul
The thorn and its bloodied ink
Is written with a silver lining

Initiate to recollect
The perils that lie beyond
Real magick is not performed with a wand

The eternal mirror
Shines on the omniscient face
Without limit, without trace