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(9) The Dream, And Of Time Passing
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Demon Series Days cycle with the intake of breath
Centuries measured and tallied one by one
What memory can there be of all that’s been said
After so may moon-rises and deaths of the sun
Solitude is the wind amongst the sand
The single cloud that obscures the moon
The twisted Cypress that alone withstands
Long after it’s brethren are hewn
Footsteps that lead; though none follow
Through mountain pass and castle keep
Through oceans deep and puddles shallow
No rest for the wicked; nightmares in sleep
A body demands that rest be allowed
Too weary to continue day after day
Thus do eyes of fire become enshroud
Sleep dictates the actions that must obey
The cycle begins; night after night
No control of the images that play;
a repeated vision of quietus sight
A premonition that lingers and plagues
dream…
A bed aloft in cerulean skies
With a body encased in white linen
Asleep with the weight of lidded eyes
A dream within a dream beginning
With the speed of a whisper appears a shape
Silhouetted features with iridescent black wings
Landing nearby with a flutter and scrape
Fear is what the dark harbinger brings
Long nailed fingers, lightly caress
Eyes dance with curiosity
No feeling of joy no sense of distress
From this being of monstrous atrocity
A debt is owed; a debt must be paid
A tax for all of the riches
Taken with selfish desire it’s but a trade
for having an abundance of unlawful wishes
Skies are no longer a peaceful hue
Transformation of heaven begins
Red mottled shades come into view
As payment is taken in sleep for the sins
awake…
A demon stirs; an intake of blue
Another day with a soul barren and hollow
Fire-red eyes take all in view
As footsteps lead but none follow
