-=Dream of Fire and Light=-
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Dream of Fire and Light
Another late night. Just another drag. Another day, nothing new to me. Tired I wake and
tired I sleep. Rest for another day...
Like a theif in the night, consciousness was stolen from me. I opened my eyes expecting another
day, but it was not so. To my waking sight I beheld a starry night. I lowered my eye
from the heavens to notice the death about me. The smell of decay cleared my waking eyes.
No fear did I feel standing there. Just death's silence. There was no moon that my
eyes could perceive. In this land of the dead my eyes were caught by the sight of the
shrine to the dead. I didn't feel my feet hitting the ground, but I was moving towards
it. In the center of the shrine was a blood black tomb. Writen words on the shrine meant
nothing to me, but unbidden my hands reached out,
and pushed the tombstone back. Revealing an empty pit, only empty of the casket.
Down in this pit. There was an old man by a flame. Again my sight was caught, the
flame captured it. I don't know how, but the flame entered into my mind. My vision was
gone, save the flame. Closer I came. The old man started speaking, but it was just a
whisper in my ear. The man's voice became louder and faster as I came, yet closer.
Flowing like a river the voice stole my strength. I could feel myself becoming one with
this flame. A new thought burnt through me lighting in the night.
Though unintelligible to my ears. It drew my gaze from the flame. There standing behind me
was a light brighter then the sun.
As my eyes tried to adjust. I noticed it was in the shape of a human. Man or woman
I could not tell. It held my glance for only a second. Then the flame flew through my body
and entered into my
mind. Searing as it came, I was drawn back to that flame. The old man's voice was speaking
like the rush of a rapid. That flame was the most desirable thing to me, almost as much
as that light. Oh God. The light, burning mind and body; I turned. The old man's voice
chanting in my ear. The light is brighter now. Its arms reach for me, but the
flame is still with in. Two forces in inside. They clashed inside. My knees hit the ground.
My head was splitting. I can't take it! My brain found my feet.
I told them to run, and they obeyed. Soon too my vision came.
A lake, with a top of glass. I jumped for the lake. My body was deiing with the fight.
As I jumped for the lake. My consciousness started to slip. Rupturing the glass as I fell
in. I felt the fight leaving my body. Sweet relief I found.
Losing my last grip on life. I looked up, the lake had returned to glass.
Forgetting I was ever there.
I didn't jump when I came to. I just sat up, with this dream burned onto my memory.
Here I am again. Waking for another day. Just another day.
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Poem By Sasha=-
Drifting to sleep
To wake up short
Seeing a sparkling wonder
high above
With dirt
reeking of death
underneath (Below?)
Yet a dark stone
catches the eye
Drifting towards it
Pushing it back
Flame leaps
An old man gazes
desire consumed me
**Desire consumes
All that is left
Is fire
The man Speaks
but a whisper
Louder and faster
closer
the flame is I
Thoughts burning
Like Icy steel
There, beyond the flame
a light
The shape of a human
There, but a glance
filling soul and mind
Whisper now is thunder
The desire for the flame
Yet it burns
Arms reaching out
Flames searing
Light reaching
A battle
In thought
Running
A lake covered with ice
Falling for it
Mind burning
Sweet relief
Death was upon me
Life slipping away
the ice a perfect line
Forgetting me
Sitting up
The memory burned
Cutting inside
Nothing but a dream
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