Past the boundary of slumber
Beyond my thoughts of crimson
Lay the grey-clouded skies
Held in place by led horizons

Amorphous bleak shillouetts
I encounter'd where i roved
The carving-clad walls
Noone vaguely recalls,
but me

I petty myself for entering
Realms I needn't have thought
Of thinking, and I await doom
Calmly, yet untainted and happy
For I know of all

They called me the mad one
For I had been beyond