Drowned in the fog

Drowned in the fog

Of Albion

Upon a sleepers bed

The one time fox

A sly old dog

Of shameless thought

Is transported

Deported as an alien

A timeless voyage

Before the dawn

Is wrestled from the arms

Of Morpheus

With its tail

Between its legs

In full flight

And barking frenzy

A bloodied rouge

Upon cheeks

That once were

Kissed with lipsticked lips

Before the bitter

Kick of amber

Took its toll

In the slippage

From the spotlight

Of a dusty stage

Where once a youthful

Soul did play

Too much is ghostly

In remembrance

Of a reality

Where paper clowns

Go in search of slapstick

Old wolves still hunt

In packs

Of sad repose

For the life of him

There is no doubt

In this dream

He was a person

Of vast renown

Until at last he woke

To find

His was a story

No one’s ever truly told