He lies in the field, lying to you,
telling you what you want to know, or at least hear.
Demanding you tell your secrets in turn -
your darkest fears and deepest yearns.
Who else could forsake a world without a second thought?
He forms the chaos within your mind -
but it's all just an illusion.
Dissolving into the fantasy your reality could never be
or has it been?
The future reckons it shall be better,
at least for him or someone.
The dark circles under your eyes only grow larger
as you remember those dreams he whispered to you -
there in those fields -
the truth - the reality -
the essence that only he could feel.
And he tells you of his cousin -
the great Aslan -
and the short power he holds -
but his brother -
the stranger's -
he is of a worthy toll -
if you bargain with your soul.
