The Book of Onei is an antinomian dream grimoire, providing deceptive yet true information about the art of Oneiromancy or dream magic in the form of poetry, fantasy, and intentionally ambiguous instructions.
A pale, dark-haired fairy queen dressed in red, presiding over the wild celebrations of the Kind.
The elven queen’s in red tonight,
The night is hard and wild.
Her eyes reflect a distant light,
It makes him glad to see the sight.
He giggles like a child.
“I warned you once, each seven years…”
She says. Her face is grim.
The kiss she gave him long ago
Means little now, but even so,
It matters most to him.
“I kissed you once. It seemed that we…
But then, you had such words.”
She cannot shake his foolish grin
Despite her people, closing in,
As close as hungry birds.
“I’m sorry that we ever met.”
She says it soft and low.
They say the Lady has no heart.
That’s true enough, but it was art
That snared her, even so.
“I always try to stop myself.
It always ends the same.
And you, so fair and full of flesh-
But it was I who wove the mesh.”
She looks away in shame.
“Enough of this. The land of dreams
Demands your mortal life.”
She lifts her hand and lets it fall-
And with a sudden, hungry call
She turns and draws the knife.
– from the Book of Onei, Part III: The Powers of Onei