Would you dance with me
in this, the Theatre of Illusions End
on naked feet, slowly moving
over the crystalline shards
of vanitys broken mirrors
shattered by hope long since abandoned?

Would you walk with me
through this, the Museum of Forgotten Promises
with open eyes, forced to watch
bereft the armour of deceit
born of holy books
and the words of false prophets?

Would you dream with me
here, in the chiaroscural world beyond the Wall of Sleep
our spirits joining, dissolving to become One
lulled into complancency
by penumbral angels
playing in a shadowlike orchestra?