Disclaimer: I'm not Neil Gaiman.
Sandman
He is the color of fog and mist and mystery
Pale as a diamond's blood
Distant as the mourning star
Colder than glass or snowflakes
He whispers
And the wind whispers with him
He walks
And the mirror breaks beneath
But like a holy man suspended
Or the spider in its nest
Dream takes that space where waking
Isn't really waking
So his journey begins
Within you
