Serpentine Dreamweaver

Dark dreams are running
Like a black stream
Of mysteries
Into the most unknown parts
Of the mind
With it's fantasies.

Howling shadows coiling up
When the serpent hiss
And I see visions of terror
And visions of bliss.

Dreams are creations
Of the serpentine web
Where time is now
And the place is here
The web which I weave
Out of my mind
Make pain very distant
And love very near.

The serpentine dreamweaver
Speak with magic and rhyme
To create and transcend
Through the wormhole
In time.

O' serpentine dreamweaver
My mind is the receiver
Of the serpentine
Dreamweaver.

Dark dreams are burning
From my deep dragon lair
And my mind is penetrated
By my beautiful nightmare.

O' serpentine dreamweaver
My mind is the receiver
Of the serpentine
Dreamweaver.

Dreams are creations
Of the serpentine web
Where time is now
And the place is here
The web which I weave
Out of my mind
Make pain very distant
And lover very near.