A celestial chained

Until the end of time

In a form abstained

From knowledge divine

Locked away in flesh

Sealed with blood and bone

Left alone without a care

Alone with these words I hone

Etching and carving

Chipping away

Creating the gospel

Of a madman's game

Never without insight

On the lining of my cell

Lost within the visions of

The men who walk through hell

The only time

I don't feel alone

Is in my pining for

My starlit home

So when the voices

Call me home

From the dreams and worlds

In which I roam

I'll gladly leave behind these trails

And share with them my weary tales