Nights longer than days.
Awake in wait for Somnium,
in my mindstream, silver steeds.
The first one dearth of present deeds...
Manifest of Odium.
Aspheric lens for Somnium,
the next speaks of tales repressed.
greyscale déjà-vu as my guest...
An endless waste for Somnium,
the third shows its weathered face.
I'm scorched by rays from brighter days...
Searing my Cerebellum.
I breathe thick clouds for Somnium,
the fourth masked in bolts of blue.
lightning strikes, I must start anew...