Union of visual art and poetry.

"Old is the father, withered is the mother
The weary child lies on the bed, waiting for me until the sun rises.

My company is feared by men, my company is sweet to the old.

Do not flee from what you do not know.
Ignorance is weakness.

I bring you your sweet dreams in a golden rain.
I bring you your dark nightmares on the black wings.

Do not escape me, do not fight me. Embrace me in my warm cloak.

In my eyes your dreams. in my hands your nightmares."