The Nightmare rears his horse,
Chasing me through the Dreamworld
Strange, yet familiar faces gibber
Mouthing blasphemies that freeze my soul
A shadow lurks ahead, turning Green Wood to Mirk Wood
The eye burns into my mind
Names from the past whisper around me
"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"
"In the flame of human suffering, man may become more than man"
"Call me Ishmael."
"Ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?"
The minds a mess of cluttered schemes
And but a dream within a dream...
Pendragon


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