I was on a damp wooden bench
The November darkness
Was slowly closing in
I had taken something idiotic
And was beginning to travel
Far into the vacancy of my mind
My eyes were clear mirrors
I could see the many reflections of my soul
Knights were dancing in battle
So splendid in their full armour
The slaughter was bloody
Far beyond these words
And then I opened my eyes
The nightmare ceased
It was raining again