The Melancholy of RC

THE MELANCHOLY OF R.C.
 He once had dreams of the unknown
 When he was ten years old, or so
 Strange and ancient cities around
 Faraway gardens with 2 suns above...
 Life gets so hollow
 Dreams are fading out
 Visions become dull
 Slowly turn into void
 Why did it go?
 Fantasy glow
 Where is it now?
 The Gate to his home.
 He hates men for what they've done
 Cutting him from delusions
 From where he really belongs
 Then one night came the revelation
 Locked in a mystic carved oak box
 The Key to the lands he had lost...
 Longing sensation
 Psychic ascension
 Prophetic visions
 Remnants of strange aeons
 Why did it go?
 Oniric throb
 Where is it now?
 the Gate to his home
 Read too much things as they are
 Talked with too many people
 All is now too logical
 Wonder's gone out of the world
 Why did it go?
 Fantasy glow
 Where is the way?
 To the dreamlands
 H.P. Lovecraft: "There are twists of time and space, of vision
 and reality, which only a dreamer can divine"
 All is clear, he needs to find
 The Snake Den from his childhood
 Where the mighty gate there lies
 To use the key, to embrace his youth
 Randolph Carter: "Embrace my youth..."