Dagger of the MindThere is much beyond what the mind often checks,
Some which is only found by Charlie X.
And there is good reason for this hiding of lore,
It should be found where no man has gone before.
Should you learn it you will enter the man trap,
The enemy within can bind you with a simple clap.
It has been only heard by the galileo seven,
Not for those simple like Mudd's Women.
It answers questions such as "What are little girls made of?",
Timeless questions that stand still in the stars above.
And we call back to friends lost like Miri,
Though the thought inside us is all too eerie.
Memories which are intended for another kind,
That which could draw the dagger of the mind.
Caught within a mental menagerie,
Seeing things only in trios of three.
It wrecks your soul, truly a terrible something,
Enough to raddle the conscience of the king.
It strikes in times where there is no margin for error,
Leading onto a powerful balance of terror.
An arena within as foretold by vagabonds,
An unseen, unheard r