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..."