He rested his head


    on a pillar


    of half-formed


    worlds,


    a column of words,


    written in blood


    and tears.


    He''s waiting for


    reality to die,


    filling the pages


    of a grimoire


    with a spell


    to break everything,


    an incantation


    to shatter the world.


    I have spent


    my years


    dreaming in quiet spaces,


    wandering the memories


    of lost civilizations.


    I have uttered words


    whose stone shapes


    have shattered


    the bones


    of unknown gods,


    binding them


    to dark places.


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    It was my wish


    to punish the almighty,


    to flay their dreams


    and wear them


    as a cloak.


    And in that wish


    did I create this place?


    This grey world,


    filled with mist and lost hope?


    I saw the ghosts


    of lost loves -


    people I never met,


    And the shadow of my mind


    held on to what was theirs:


    innocent laughter


    echoing through empty forests,


    while unseen children


    laughed and played


    in rivers flowing


    to an ocean


    that had no name.


    And I wonder


    at the memory


    of the shadow of me


    that had another name:


    the child


    that followed


    the ghost


    of a dream


    into the woods.


    I remember a little boy,


    too wise to wake up,


    too eager to dream,


    He got away,


    vanished from the world


    and never came back.


    Perhaps I''m still following


    his shadow,


    the child I used to be,


    tracing the path of my own departure


    through the silence


    of a graveyard world,


    this land of my making:


    a place where gods lie dreaming.