On blistered screen of pockmarked veil Torn from face of lonely grail I recall visage that drew a smile On Rorschach blot begrimed in bile Tapped from tumors tucked in gut Marred malign and keened corrupt The ink that seared a ragged leer Split pallid skull yet lent no cheer This winter's eve where stormwinds cleave outside our creaking walls We clasp the chains that anchor us to monolithic halls All within the weal of spine Arrive here lost in wound of mind For what's another fraught traveler Fragmenting frayed unraveler? In crooked realm of twisted hell So bid the specter enter! This winter's eve where stormwinds cleave outside our creaking walls We clasp the chains that anchor us to monolithic halls Incise thy name Bow heads in shame Let the nightmares die Split in twain, then again! Splinter in a mote's eye I, dream cull I, dream cull