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