[Canto 1]
Thus it has come to my attention,
That by some far older affliction,
To recount the dreams which have riddled me,
Perusing the fathoms of abysmal sea,
Which comprise my mind--
(Whilst it sleeps),
I find myself standing before a crimson epitaph,
It pulses with distressing lithographs,
For the originals lay far below,
It was not by instinct but more curiosity,
That I sought to know,
What was within this monumental atrocity?
Nay had I but a second to gasp,
As I was swept away in a vile mess,
The screams of the damned deafened me,
And the blood of the heretics spread like a sea,
I froze then, suspended it seemed,
I gazed upon the desecrated scene,
A vast country of shattered cities,
The structures bent and sundered—
The price of blasphemy,
A thousand times corroded the roads beneath me,
When finally I settled I disgusted this wretched asphalt stream,
Amidst it's cracks swarmed a vile flurry (mass),
A thriving ecosystem of hook worms and flesh tearing beetles,
My eyes could not help but track them to the various behemoths that huddled,
Hulking creatures 4 heads taller than myself,
Subject to housing the insatiable hordes that swarmed amidst the stony shelf,
Their decrepit bodies a composition of pain stricken faces and infected pustules,
A smell arose from them the likes of which I strain to explain to you,
It was as if all the poor souls of the King Richards crusades had been amassed,
'Twas it seemed a latent gathering of folly 200 years at full mast,
Pain staking it appeared they shambled on all fours,
The lament from their various mouths, a morbid score,
"Prithee, take no pity on us, for we are distasteful,
Alas we bear no peace with your gods for we are hateful,
Burdened by the lingering fate of envious wrath,
Go away traveler; your fate is not of this to pass."
I proceeded then with great haste,
And thankfully bid them good day,
The distance I suppose had been nearly of Nine and a half miles,
Along this decimated road, and on both sides a roaring blaze blocked my view,
The flames were burnished of some azure hue,
And certainly the latter of the journey required me to be quite agile,
For many sections gave way beneath my feet,
Thus it forced me to travel quickly,
I came to an end then after some time,
I cannot be certain for viscous smog blanched the sky,
I tell you it was viscous for it was not merely thick,
Upon sticking my hand into it immediately became slick,
With some diabolical slime,
I am uncertain as of to what kind,
Wiping my hand hastily on my pants,
I gazed down the drop on my path,
A hundred feet perhaps more before I beheld the shadow of bottom,
An ungainly sight to be certain,
To my left a break in the arcane blaze,
And so I stepped through though blinded by the ember haze.
On the lee side of the fire,
I beheld a plot of alabaster spires,
Though unattended and dilapidated,
Their golden reaches majesty still emanated,
The ground beneath me was at ease here,
A thick short grass grew everywhere,
I stepped forward carefully,
Lest I upset some demon that lay quietly,
For I was most unsure of what delved beneath,
And I definitely wanted no trouble brought to me,
As I advanced towards the Ivory marks,
I noticed a myriad of flowers that grew some feet apart,
These grounds appeared tended,
Then I hoped I would not be apprehended,
If perhaps this were a hallowed ground,
'Twould certainly then be dangers abound,
Though as I neared the crimson gates I was met without resistance,
I stood there then, these gargantuan entries bearing a godly resonance.

[Canto 2]
A whispering it was that greeted me then,
As if all the Sirens of the world did lament,
Bid me turn away,
"Away traveler, for these halls bear no sanctity,
The decay hidden amongst the drapery,
Have many a soul taken,
And now we are all forsaken."
It was a ghastly silence that settled,
When my hand met the door handles metal,
A chilling frost crept down my spine,
As I heaved to swing the door wide,
Yet hardly a scrape could I obtain,
To move the entrance's mighty frame,
'Twas when I could pull no more,
That a mystical force swept the floor,
Splintering the baroque décor,
And splashing my persons with a breathless pallor,
I quickly regained my composure,
Though no simple task to be sure,
The gaping maw unwound before me,
Was that of an ardent glowing sea,
Piercing greens and flaring purples,
The artificial sun raged and swirled,
Within this tower, a strange new world,
Abounding with life, once more my dream unfurled,
"Behold!" I shouted overcome with joy,
"A world full of  life and not a thing destroyed!
It's absolutely splendid the trees in full bloom,
Such splendorous color, how it kills the gloom,"
And I ran with much speed across gentle fields,
The wind hit my face, mixed with the streaming sun so surreal,
Giggling with laughter, happiness uncontained,
I rolled amidst the coriander my playfulness unrestrained,
Then rising abruptly, the words flooding my mind,
"…decay hidden amongst the drapery," a malevolent kind,
I was weak to have fallen to such simple deceit,
And with great haste I drew myself to my feet,
Clearly seeing the thorns in the tree,
Lowering their limbs to throttle me,
"Avast! Have away! You devilish seed!"
And I swung quite madly like one diseased,
"What placid depravity you attempt to instill,
I'll have you placed in a kiln!"
With all of my might I tore the limbs from that tree,
And with great malice impaled it verily,
"Damnable miscreant!"
I drew my hands to my eyes,
"What ill-gotten resolution is this vile disguise!"
Upon gathering myself and raising my gaze,
I found myself no longer in the peaceful glade,
Yet near utter darkness on a morbid hill,
Against a skeletal tree used for hanging guilt,
Several atonements hung weeping,
Like wind chimes their flesh ripped bones clinking,
"How now brown cow?" 
Sobbed one to another,
"Am I that brown? I've hung hardly a score by now."
I arose and shuffled away from their comedy i abhor,
"What say you traveler?
A weeks' time you were unmoving."
"A week? Surely you are an aggravator."
"Nay, by seven counts Luna's passing did she sing,
And every night you sat without answering."
Contemplating this I peered over the hill,
In no direction could I pass even with great will,
For a fathomless trench encompassed this place,
So it was just me and 2 dim witted Fates,
"' 'er graced with your presence young sir,
Prithee tell how you happened here?"
"Forsooth he can fly,
If dare he try,
And join us indefinitely,
'Twould cry."
I realized now they cried in hysteria,
Of absolute delirium,
And diseased with laughter!
'Twas no sensible rambling I could gather further.

[Canto 3]
The coming night I was met with the Moon,
She who radiated the most beautiful light,
It was by some marvel I was not swooned,
For no place on earth beheld such a sight,
And certainly She was my guide tonight,
"Come hither traveler, find solace in me,
The next leg of your journey will find you in the Sea,
Though I advise you not struggle,
Lest the waves should swallow--
You quite whole."
And opening wide her superficial sieve (mouth),
Flooded the chasm so deep,
"Well cheerio lad,
Don't take it so bad,
Just think of your bed,
And hope you soon won't be dead."
I heard no more as the water passed the hill,
Sweeping me higher into the tower still,
Though I was not certain if this was a structure,
For so bizarre a place was harbored,
When at last I came afloat,
The calm water brought some hope,
Though no light above could be seen,
Yet deep below was a gleam,
And taking a breath to sustain an aegis,
I dove towards the glow like the Moth to a flame is,
Lo' and behold many a creature swam here,
Monstrous kraken and fish with skin clear,
Their blind eyes ne'er moving from fore fixed position,
Like catholic monks attending inquisition,
As I stared on in awe it was no surprise,
I ran short of breath, and feared I would die,
Though the Moon clearly told me struggling brings woe,
So I gave rest to my body and stifled breath no more,
'Twas here that I noticed no asphyxiation set in,
After a brief pause I continued to swim,
Down to the light that seemed an eternity away,
Circled by curious creatures that many times studied me,
The kraken would linger, the fish pry and poke,
Their senses all tingled with each tireless stroke,
As nearer I drew to the brilliant array,
Less and less the sea life began to stay,
If out of boredom or some internal fear,
I had no time to wonder as the end became near,
A thousand steely hooks spewed forth from Its center,
And in a violent approach tore the animals asunder,
It sucked them all in with ravenous hunger,
Then focused on me as I froze in wonder,
For surely my death was at hand,
Instead it crept out with sand,
Encircling my feet so that I might stand,
Preposterous to think,
Beneath liquid might be dry land,
In the blink of an eye the water all drained,
And in the echo of emptiness was the orb and me,
It had two soft eyes that stared inquisitively,
Then taking Its form unbound hastily,
I turned but a moment from the blinding audacity,
Then affixed my gaze on this beauty,
A slender young woman a red dress to her feet,
Gentle auburn hair and a hand out stretched to me,
There bore no promiscuity from her pose,
And the look on her face bore only security and love,
I felt then as if my mother stood there,
Wanting to hug me close and secure,
I took a step forward placing my hand in Hers,
Then wretchedly threw her into the abyss, though absurd,
A great horrid scream tore the air then,
The sound of a thousand devils unhinged,
Covering my ears and dropping to my knees,
Daring to block out the ear piercing shriek,
When all then fell quiet I opened my eyes,
Once more in my room to my surprise.