• Nightmares fall into sync with the sleeping,
    Awaking dreams of terror and heartless despair.
    Unable to wake from endless weeping,
    Blindness gorges the heir.

    The prince of a far off land,
    Unable to wake from a distant dream,
    Sleeps intently in the sandman’s sand,
    Constantly turning over in his wrath, ripping every seam.

    The prince shall never wake, but die in endless rest.
    All hope is gone, vanished in the air,
    For a kingdom once there is now in a crow’s nest.
    Thus, placed on the parchment is the Insignia of Despair.