Masterpiece of the Scarlet Wizard

A mastermind from another place Weaving tales That breathe in your dreams Somehow you live it This hidden truth Of about a thousand tomes An extra life on parchment A twisting line on an imaginary map Drawn in his mind And haunting you With an eternal challenge Of the mind, of the senses At first you become strong But little by little Something blocks the call Cheating the spell Tricking you into mental death Or worse than dying It denies you the feast at the table That has too many plates And too many screams So voices obscure the original An inevitable course Ingrained in us The politics of a species Intent on going hungry And then you return No connections made No better for it Conformed, doomed Never fully hearing the words In a sudden collection of fiends Around a partly seen treasure