I saw their eyes
peak out from the dark
against a black drop
glowing red as a heart.
I walked in the cave
with a lamp light warm
revealing ancient pictures
old and worn.
ugly masks lined the walls
and uneasy statues of men
stare from the dark, frozen.
This is culture, this is collection
this is my mind:
its interpretation.
Semar's cane could be heard
nearer, nearer it scraped
till his skinny-fat body came
peaking out from a black drape.
An old wise smile met me
he cleared his throat
he began to speak
he spoke mildly.
"You are evil here,"
he said finally,
"you must return to your time."
His cane shook violently.
The warmth inside,
my blood had gone.
I was turned away
by simple words strong.
To my time i returned,
I awoke at my desk.
Pencil in hand, paper at rest.
