It came in a night vision
Like a paralytic dream
My eyes transfixed upon the silhouettes
Of the four travelers
Journeying to dimensions unknown
To the common soul
Following the stream of light
Stretched along the ground
Shooting out from the lymphatic orb
The four stalked the pendulum
That had promised them
 A lasting tomorrow
But two had no morals
A token grain of lies
Left by their forefathers
And one searched for reason
And tranquility
Given to by a kindred spirit
Bordering on the line of sin
And the night vision came
To the one left over
Taking no goals to the other side
Carrying names given
But not accepted
The latter is waiting for nothing
Absorbing nothing
Though walking under the rays
Of the January moon