by J.J. Netzach
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;