SLUMBER

A graveyard so melancholic;

The air as still as tombstones

Guarding the village of the dead;

A glow emerging from one,

A face so kind, a smile so charming;

I held my hand out to him

To sense the warmth of his presence;

Those words of his were still the same,

As if he had never gone.

Footsteps led me far away,

Lonely woods I trotted in vain,

In search of something I didn’t know;

I met someone ready to help,

A trust so blind my heart denied,

He was the devil preparing to leap,

As a bunch of deer fell on the way;

Fleeing from the woods, I reached

A realm of peace and greenery.

A hand on my shoulder I felt;

The lady of life in red she was,

Leading me through all winding paths;

My saviour, my blood she was;

I walked with her, but suddenly,

A swirling gust of wind blew past,

A wisp of smoke and she was gone;

I cried and called out to the wind,

Hope hadn’t left my soul;

I fought the storm, I paved my way,

Till a glimpse of red caught my eye.

A flash of light hit my face,

My gaze unfolded to see

The fluttering of leaves at a distance,

Greeting me for a new start,

The real world had dawned.