Dungeon of Dreams

Master and lord of his lands and his castle He was graciously greeted wherever he`d travel A man they thought they very well knew But secrets he had more than just a few His ordinary self blends in with others A second look to take no one really bothers But below the smiles secrets are hidden His mind’s with a strange affliction smitten Dark chambers, rooms lie beneath the surface He built them with a specific, sinister purpose: To hide prisoners from seeing the light of day, To deny them life, and there`s more to say: The prisoners were his blood, his own brood For high society deemed to be too crude Wild, untamed, and to their nature so true From the public eye thus they withdrew Their master, brother and father lives up above Divided against himself, his life`s devoid of love An empty shell, a painted vase, a facade he shows Without his shadowy parts that`s all he is, he knows So at night he visits the chambers by candlelight And observes his dungeon of dreams with a clear sight What power and sincerity, what elemental life-force In a pretentious world how impossible to endorse