ramblings of a dreamer Pt.2

I move and move ever near the light cutting through my fear soon it comes to craddle me and of the void i am free the light is life, the light is heat it gives rest to tired feet its blinds my eyes just for a time purging them of dark grime soon they adjust and what do i see? off in the distance a crimson city before me lays a bright red path and in my hand a blackwood staff all else i see is sour lemon grass growin across this plane in mass not a single cloud in the ermerald sky all i can think, where am I? down i look at my hand guant across it now symbols tuant skulls and bones dancing fast until they stop at last what is this place that i am in how is that I've grown so thin one road to travel, one place to see the illustrious Crimson City down the red road i walk a pace for what feels like years i see no face just endless grass and endless brick in my hand the blackwood stick on it etched skulls shaped strange ever shifting always in change a morbid thing straight from hell when it strikes the earth, there sounds a bell The Crimsom city is closer now there is no sweat upon my brow i move like a shadow on the wall as the shining blood ruby grows ever tall...