Inside of a graveyard on the highway's edge

Shrouded by live oaks and wild hedges

A weeping stone cherub missing part of her wing

Blackened by years in the Acid Rain

I watched the childlike slate lips part

I thought it a dream I couldn't wake up from

I could make out a sound that began as a hiss

But gathered in strength calling out through the mist

"Come near child

You've been found

Long I searched for you

Future passing through you now"

I fell back

Took off running

Tripping over dead branches

Stumbling over weathered graves

It wasn't long before I reached the spot where my car had only just been

But now there in its place: a towering silver pyramid

My neck felt hot

I woke up, head spinning, in a slimy patch of weeds

Looking around there were no more spirits or stones

Only the memory

"Come home child

Come home child

Past is future now

Future passes through you now"