In the arms of recreation In the presence of defeat What is hanging in the balance An alliance incomplete A nightmare serving many masters The unreality that should not be, Now holding me against the power of endurance Where time and tide wait for no man The immortality that could not be, Now under lock and key Once the wheel has come full circle Transformation will take aim Massing up on the horizon To a new dawn laying claim To break a journey To stop the blood To quench a fire To stand the flood Chain of thought Never letting go Will not clear away until it’s gone Set ablaze Ever and again Sun and shadow are at daggers drawn