A Disturbing Dream .

A man I've heard whispered that he never cared, with no remorse he took no course . What torment stands on shoulders of beasts ? What torment stands on bereaved hands ? Through the Amber roads his eyes swore and saw, a dying race without a trace .

His anger so subtle and laugh so meek. He never cared and that was true, his end so near that was his due . Come here he said but never spoke, they heard these words but never woke . He carried a gloomy countanance in the presence of absence . What man was he ? A ghost in my fore, or just a man I've seen before ? Indeed he was ! But who was he ? A name is what I cannot place, what was so wrong about this face ? A face so dark I cannot face, a face so bright I want to phrase . His heart so vile, I felt from a mile . This man in my head is me again .