Inspiration/ Death of a Dream

The jagged-eyed man wiped the spirit out' his eyes
As Morpheus murdered the last of his dreams, he lies;
The world dreads nothing more than to see me rise!
He drifts from sea to sea, on gusts of wind and cloudy nights he rides
Never knowing, never resting, encouraging his demise
Blind most to Mother's land most prized,
I live to see you feed from me! She cries
Cloudy thoughts and his mind's hawk shall high refuse to fly
Inspiration from within, and dreams will cease to die.