Remainders of the dream

I am seeing a dawn is within the wall, Flatness of creatures are looking at me, Enjoy of attention forced the wall, Magic's revealing secrets for me. The rifle is leading by faithfully me, Pines're my house, the ground is my cache. The bright sun's spiral is purpose for me, And struggle at hopeness' blowing to way. The corpse of actions is lying on floor, Show to his face by a hero altar. The sun of darkness is raising spiral, Last breathing is passing...