The waters are warm - The air is cold

Spirit ever young; only body growing old

In sleep I walk; a shadow at night

Dreams are not cloudy; I at last have sight.

No sky above. No earth below.

So I walk this realm - it's wonders I must know.

The rain falls hard. The ice freezes slow.

The surrounding storm leaves no place to go.

By night mare fly o'er reality's wake.

By shadows of Mordar, I tremble and shake.

Unrest stirs the farthest places.

My body sleeps but my mind races.

All I see I must not tell

for this is my journey and where I dwell.

I soar above and walk below.

I gather fascination and away it must stow.

This is my tale, mine to control

for I must not tell a living soul.

..and now I sink to the depths of the Ocean

where at last I must rest...