Malleus Maleficarium (from Dead Scrolls)

Dreamland

I cannot see through this Mists like from the Avalon.
Where am I? In Mordor or Wonderland?
But Sometimes feel like walking peacely through the Eden’s Garden,
And building up my own city of Babylon.

What’s my height? Will I the keep this Ring?
Can cast spells Gandalf or Merlin?
Or will be corrupted by power like Saruman?

I hear Peter Pan knocking at the window.
I hear his voice calling my name… my unspeakable name.
Every witch hate me ‘cause I spread terror and fear.
‘Till a mother’s love breaks me… into pieces.

Who I am I don’t know.
Will be I Ozz Magician or Darklord Morgoth?
Only know that I create my own Jumanji’s Game.
Now I’m awaking up and reality backs.