Dream

<br>Washed into a sentimental gloom<br>Loneliness about the <br>Battle-clad Byzantium commands<br>And these dark cards look nothing like my hand<br><br>Lightning strikes a second time<br>Songbird knows just when to die<br>Emperor cries immortal from the grime<br>Sun is in the hole in the sky<br><br>Interest builds up with perfumed pride<br>There`s an enemy cruising on the plain tonight<br>years it`s lost and then it`s <br>Don`t know how I`m so far off from my bed<br><br><br>Memories of serpents in the drain<br>Melting like ice in the rain<br>As my self grows closer to the grave