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WRITTEN 4/30/1997 (Wednesday)

It appears in a dream somewhere far away.
I see the mountains, castles all, the
mighty dragons dwell. In dark and dingy
it all falls down, upon the rafters of
this town. Until the morn I shall not
wake from fear of dragons over-head.
The restless sleep, the hot hard breath
of dragons murk, beneath the door where
no-one sees the dragon lurks, always
hiding from the power thus surround.
Witches, cauldrons deep dark power all
comes down the secret path of life
beyond the door. Beyond the door I see
all, just a mist from time beyond. For
all to see and yet is hidden just
beyond the door.