White Willow Leaving The House Of Thanatos
Silence in Thanatos' hall
whispers behind his great wall
as dreams of atlantis, a call from afar
soft words we can never recall
waking beneath this vast dome
drawn by a voice that is home
I glide like a shadow cross starlit terrain
not knowing my nature or name
take me over the waters of Lethe
bring me safely to shores of remembrance
see as seeing recovers our dreaming
dream as dreams may deliver our freedom
knowing what darkness must hide
I draw you close to my side
the river is close and a boatsman is there
he speaks with a voice made of sand
leaving the silence behind
tracing the paths of my mind
the temples of Hypnos recede in the haze
our eyes are ablaze like the sun
