The Remains of a Dream

I woke up from that long strange dream

And my slumber was not as real as it seemed
There was an Agent of hatred in the nightmare

who held hands with the Queen of Passion

Together chaos and conflict ripped the very soul

Of a being that was being devoured whole

With the screams and agony of the cursed being

rang the unsung songs of love haunting

Is it a sin to love and not be loved the being cried

But in the end even the whimpers of agony died

And the beasts of malice and vice stood laughing

As the being drenched in blood lay writhing

There was a fleeting moment of seeing a face

Someone I had not seen for many days

Searched I did - calling out loud

for the face I had once loved

Instead I heard increasing jeer and laughter

My body jerked as my heart beat faster
't was then I woke up from the strange long dream

And my slumber was not as real as it seemed

I looked into the mirror and saw the poor being

I shook myself to disbelieve what I was seeing

Slowly the lips parted in a smile for ‘it was just a dream’

But the smile had forever left the eyes

In them instead reflected the secrets of my past

The love, the devotion and the madness

As I looked deeper into my eyes I gasped

for from deep within smiled the once loved face again

But now it was like someone I had seen never before

It was just a ghost from the days that had worn

But then why the dream, the long strange dream? I mused

It struck me then...that I should have known!

All remains in the sea are always washed ashore