I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
The white walls threaded through by hairs
Of red, the color of desire,
And black, the color of despair.

The glistening floors polished, serene
No decoration to be seen;
Reflective of my every fear
Though I alone cast shadow here.

They spiral spinning 'round my feet
And beckon me to join their dance;
Though otherwise they me control
Fears now the part of temptress prance.

My own hair thickens 'gainst the wall
To join the strands already there;
Though mine is brown and rough to touch,
The grasping fears don't seem to care.

As I forgot to cry for help,
I'm patterned in and woven shut;
At this, I'm wrapped in temptress arms,
Which then withdraw through her worn rut.

The marble halls are silent now,
No sign of life or all its fears;
Though I am frightened more than death
That I alone might waken here.