The sun sets
on the Ancient Kingdom
night ensues
and life persues
the grand treasures
of the Darkness
minstrels and maidens
with masters and men
make their way
down to the Forbidden Palace
sin and temptation
hope and desperation
fills the grail of life
while love undone
bestrides the congress
hanging heavy
with the souls of many
lost in a distant dancing land

Women dance wild
in the streets
and in the heads
of hopeless poets--
mere hopeless men--
martyrs of the dream
now lie
dead

The night lives on
a soft distant haze
of memory
drenched in pain
though and action
become quick
a mad reace to dawn
time slows to a standoff
with reality
eched in eternity

Beat back the
cold realities of day
the torment of the truth
confusion and truth
confusion, truth, and lies
the truth is
there is no such
resemblance of truth
in the day
beat back the day
and give way
to the night
the Emperor of this
Ancient Kingdom
the maker of dreams
and destroyer too

The sun sets
on the Ancient Kingdom
and dawn rises
on heaven
sending the final
angel of mercy
the gods fall
from their lofty positions
but one pillar
still stands
dressed in a radient satin black
tainted with a sash of white
she beckons the world

The pillar of hope
the world of night
the maker of dreams
are they true?