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many prehistoric and outdated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.