“That night I shut my eyes

To welcome the void relieved of sight,

A dove came to me donning a hat

Held time liquid in her hands.

I squeezed her heart,

Slipped and fell into the deep,

Found myself in a sea of red

Mead bittersweet.

Night, a blanket of stars

Rained down upon me, cool to the touch.

Driven by sense, I ate my fill,

Rode low over the silent hill

Into the darkness still. Torn

Strips of light a tower sat yonder,

Pokered ends to haloed flights.

I was prepared to question Him when I was pulled rabid

From the dark light burning bright.”

- Deadworm to the Dark Tower came