A dream, A himm, of waters lay still
Clean stream, as waters lay still
A mere himm, or just a dream
of waters so pristine
but so sureal
it cant be real
a dream, a himm, but I can almost feel - the waters, so
serene

She told me, the Seer, of a place of fear
of dark, of night, and of where waters are so clear
"my dear" she chanted "when you leave, take a sword or
spear"

So I left for a dream, a himm, to a place I've never been
There, on the road, I've steped upon the queen
queen of virtues "my queen" I've asked " may I have your
guidance?"
"on your adventures" replied the queen "beware of the
pristine
of the fiend of virginity" and she quickly slipped away with
nobility and agility

Miserably, I searched for a countless time
Sigh... cry, I wish to die
Then, in desperation, I've felt vibration
I saw a pristine virgin
as beutiful as poison
I came closer
and she approached even further
She kissed me, and I felt warmer
we cuddled, and fondled

I woke up later sober, in total disorder
and stepped out covered in fodder
all my gear and dear was there no longer
I've been robbed and dried

I started looking for the fiend
But I was too tired, sat down and ate nothing but seed
I felt so cold, my life on me had no real hold
I felt holed, hollowed, deprived
deprived of all
And wonderd on with no call

Then, I felt an appeal
of a dream, a himm
I kept moving until I saw a vague sign of teal
T'ill I felt a chilling tear flowing down on my almost naked
body's skin

Clear, it fell on clear water
waters that stood astill
The drop hitting the water made a noise
of just a himm