On the ivory steps, Phobos wept in his melancholy rage seeking new fear
Morpheus in his technicolour Dreamcoat, stepping across from the marble quarry smiling like a madman
I’m your new best friend, all thief of the night they call me, I’ve adapted
Hope still sits, in their ivory hall trying all she can to hide from me
You don’t need her, you can take no for an answer
But you are master, dream lord, my superior, you do not know what it is like, you will long be here, as dreams won’t cease but fear, fear can be destroyed by hope
She is indeed a destroyer, like yourself, but only a seeker of anew which, you love secretly here on her ivory steps
What if I could tell you the mortals can need you as much? Do I let you both in the dreaming castle?
Well, I would be able to exist as long as you, as her. I would only ever love her from afar but I would still be able to love her.
This the coat was drawn upon the wholeness and all their present retired to a castle were fear, hope and dreams lived for a long long time