Caught in the cryptic frontiers of mind

Just having fun, this weird old guy

In a haven rather hard to find

For those who do not dare to fly

The gates of bedlam open wide

As he explores his hidden side

Deeper, deeper, into a fathomless abyss

To rule the kingdom of his own

That's for no-one else to be shown

Dreamer, seeker of the grim reaper, they say

But the escapist knows the way

... En route to Elysium... Never have to feel lonesome

Hanging around with Morpheus at night

Taking a nice nocturnal jaunt

Drinking wine with this immortal Wight

All the way until the day has dawned