I think of my lord when the water flows slow and the moon shines on it
There’s four tunnels and they all lead to somewhere
but I’m caught in the middle as this old man tells me a story
It’s a story of his feelings and family,
his troubles and worries
I’m left feeling bewildered as the tale comes to an end, and he looks onward.
His form changes and soon his snout is pointed and regal
he stands before me and wills the moon off like a flame
“It’s time to wake up.” He says, and the world we’re in dissolves.

typhonian (via the-typhonian)