Footsteps in the sands of Tatooine In dreams of the lemniscate I've wandered The glow of the moon devoured by the dark clouds of fate I know the thunder is for me Obscured by morbid sorcery on the Plateau of Tarynor Evoking the third curse of the inexorable storm Runic incantations upon the oaken wand Gazing at the soil of the stars Phantasmal landscapes of magnificent desolation Feverish hallucinations in the midnight sun Lost in isolation at the end of the spectrum The old night willing to conquer Across the mountains cold, through a frozen ocean of clouds In the shadow of the Icewizards of Hoth Nocturnal portrait, funereal fear At the zenith of pandimensional summoning I breathe the elder conjuration Following the skyward impulse of Enoch Above the bleeding distorted land on the edge of revelation Suffused in the crimson twilight of the last sunset A remarkable helix of nebular mist, odd to the guardian's eyes Before the immortal mural of time, the machine is ever in motion Riding the visions of the tesseract, ascending the spiral scales Hurtling toward the binary suns beyond the gleaming vortex Upon the gallows of a dying galaxy Exhausted by gravity's constant crush d**h shall be my greatest command to all As I escape the astral cage In the dawning winds beyond the diminution of light I arrive with the book in my hand Forever treasuring the mania of youth The future is mine to write