The dream had only begun,
yet it captured me,
kidnapped my soul,
hypnotized me
to obey.
I walked along the banks
of an unknown lake,
searching for
searching for
searching for
what?
Somehow I knew.
A black hole
beckoned to me.
I answered its call
and leaped inside.
I discovered a
world of wrath.
Anger blossomed
all around me,
teased me,
screamed to me,
called my name.
Scanning the bloody horizon,
I stumbled upon a desert.
Cacti seemed to
know the meaning of
pain.
In full bloom,
its blossoms
were scattered scorpions.
Gazing past the scene,
I noticed a pile of ashes.
Sleeping beneath its
blanket of myrrh,
I encountered
crimson wings,
perfectly preserved.
I contemplated its meaning.
Was this possibly a symbol of
immortality?
Or an emblem of ennui?
Before I could ponder further,
the late firebird suddenly
emerged.
It seemed to have awakened
from its slumber.
The phoenix exposed its eyes
and glimpsed my face.
I felt the queen
study my eyes,
search for a sign of
purity and innocence.
After what seemed a
dynasty of silence,
the creature suggested
it approved of me,
as it bent down and
once again scanned my face,
attempting to convey
some sort of message.
I understood and
settled myself onto
the majestic creature.
It was unlike
any other experience
I had previously encountered.
We journeyed through
ancient Egypt and Rome,
we traveled and explored
many prehistoric and outdated
worlds.
My memory can still
conjure up those days.
And today, I can still
reflect,
remember, when a
world of wrath
could be transformed
into a utopia of bliss. |