The Oppressors

I LOOSE MY TONGUE AND TELL ALL WHO WILL LISTEN

AND BEG OF MY FRIENDS TO ASSUME MY POSITION

PRETENDING BELIEF THEY TRY TO EXPLAIN

BUT CLEARLY THEY REALLY BELIEVE I'M INSANE

DESPITE THE INTENSITY OF ALL THAT I HAVE SEEN

MY RIGID CONVICTION - IT WAS NOT A DREAM

THEY SOW SEEDS OF UNCERTAINTY DEEP IN MY MIND

THEY PLANT DOUBT AND QUESTIONS ATTEMPTING TO BLIND ME

MY TREMBLING ARM IS TAKEN BY A STRANGER'S OUTSTRETCHED HAND

HIS GRIP IS FIRM HIS VOICE IS STERN AND I SUCCUMB TO HIS DEMANDS

CONFUSED (AND NOT A LITTLE SCARED) I AM TAKEN TO A ROOM

WHERE BUT ONE SINGLE CANDLE FLAME RELIEVES THE HEAVY GLOOM

THERE DO I RETELL MY TALE NOT ONCE BUT MANY TIMES

AT LAST BELIEVED I AM RELIEVED CONTENTMENT NOW IS MINE

In ships of fire and helms of bronze they came to meet me

A sight as strange as death itself - believe me don't bereave me

Children of light from the corners of time fanning the embers of piece

Their intent was defied in the face of mankind and begone we compelled them to leave "

All at once their sympathy averts to ridicule they scorn me as they would a clown a jester or a fool

"Forgive us for misleading you" my captor wryly said "those things you saw were real enough - but only in your head"

So am I insane Now I'm not so sure straining my senses still I must endure

Trapped in this labyrinth of doubt and confusion denial of all is my only solution