Inside, the demons dream of worlds past
Brought forth to darken the dawn of new days
When long in necrophilic slumber slept, expired,
Yet not left there for keeping amongst its kind.
Those dreams make the world, names and belief
Drawing the probable, possible to the fore, real
Ideas manifested in the host tissues, spark and
Burn, twist in nerves and gremlin dry screams.
On do the demons of dreaming slumber, simple
Empire held in hollow dominion yet substantial
Against the changing of minds, fall of empires;
In our own dreams there lies the chance