We welcome you, Dear visitor, to these Temples and chambers of dream's own disease, Where dazzling wraiths eternal vigil keep, Unwholesome children of the nether deep. Some wane in modest shyness, coy and fair; Others ablaze with lustful demands flare, Their decadent beauty bursting forth, unfurled, To draw your gaze into a strange new world. As in a mirror darkly, see you now All fears and wonders on this canvas grow, While light and shadow mirror hearts and men, In precious hues that breathe, dissolve, and blend. The artist's hand divine, a cosmic dance Conjuring life and death in each glance; With fevered touch and soul-consuming force, Life is transmuted into subtle remorse. O traveler, let your eye absorb, reward The visions conjured by these harbingers, Each scene a siren call to taunt and thrill, Yet, be you warned, my friend, lurk danger still. Leave not your reason on this hallowed floor, Lest grotesque beasts and nymphs your soul devour, Seductive serpents, viscera of rose, Beware their beauty in your heart's repose. So, wander now the wistful path we've laid Toast delirium and the sweet parade, But tread in vigilance and measured gait, And bear with you the wonder and the weight.