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