In the shadows of eroded tombstones
In this graveyard of my dreams;
Dwells a girl with prophetic insight
Who foretells my future soon to be.
And as she speaks, I sweat with worry
And scream at the meaning of her tales;
But soon my mind and heart are tranquil
As this girl seer's image pales...
For tonight I am only dreaming
Or so my conscious self has thought;
Or is this just an illusion to calm the waking?
Before my soul's day of reckoning is sought.
