The Sandman: 1: Preludes & Nocturnes
Neil Gaiman
Edwardian occultist Roderick Burgess,
Surrounded by his robed and doting crew,
Imprisons one of several demiurges,
But finds he’s bitten more than he can chew.
The Lord of Dreams must wait for liberation,
The world off-kilter, groping in its sleep.
The tools with which he moulds imagination,
In England, Mayhew, Hell, are buried deep.
Defiant, dark, demanding is the Sandman;
The lawless sleeping world is his domain.
Each who stands against him is a damned man.
He hungers to exert his strength again.
The reader's hungry too, for tales unseen;
The Sandman's sister nails it: peachy keen.