In a Dream I had last night
I saw your face so clear.
At last it seems you had come for me
our time was drawing near.
The robe you wore was drenched in blood
your lips were crimson red.
In one hand you held your knife
in the other had you held my head.
Face to face with death
I stood once again,
Your piercing eyes cut through my soul
as your firey breath burns my skin.
I know that face so pale and white
I've seen smewhere before.
I know those eyes, unearthly wise
I see them more and more.
I know that laugh so cold and loud
it haunts my tortured mind
as we battle in my dream,
the real world far behind.
For the real world is so trecherous,
with death but a step away
so I withdraw into a world of dreams
at the close of every day.
© John Miller