Lord Dream, The Lady Death, and Their Epic Tragedy
Tucked far away, in a place that is not real,
There is a place where humans cannot touch, cannot feel.
And cut from the very fabric of dream out of mind,
There rests a Kingdom, far out of place and out of time.
Deep within shadow, a pale hand beckons her.
And out walks the Dreamer, so sweet and pure.
Within time, there is a lie that is spun so close,
But for now they make love, and propose a great toast.
But the truth is fragile, and ready to break,
Like a moon and some birds, cast out on midnight’s lake.
So watch it all fall apart and begin anew.
That, right then, should have been her final cue.
But a virgin’s heart does not listen to common sense,
And so she gives her permission to commence.
Deep within shadow, there rests the King of Dreams.
And at that moment, there lay tattered muscle and torn seams.
But the sweet Dreamer continues to walk down darkened path,
And so invokes a white bird’s impotent wrath.
So for the second time, count, they lay out a personal endeavor.
Cover it up, oh Fates! The Dream King so clever.
And fade away, slowly, in time out of mind.
“Flattering, beautiful Dreamer, your tears are so kind!”
'Of course, you heartless fuck, I love to be your doll.'
“What, Love? You spoke, but I cannot recall.”
'Oh nothing, Dream, I was merely expressing my joy!'
“Oh. Of course, beautiful Crow, you are so coy.”
'Of course,' she pauses, a dagger at her heart.
The first of many to be etched deep within their chart.
And so the two dance, and dance they do!
And the Lord of Dream continues…without a clue.
But the Dreamer sighs slowly as she holds his hand.
‘You get one chance. That’s it. That’s all our love will span.’
So down comes the tale, a few pages now flip.
And slowly Dream begins to cut and to clip,
Away at her will, her strength and her beauty.
She is ever the loyalist, a saint…a cutie.
But now she broods, and slowly the mist does gather.
But within warm showers, they talk and they lather.
And lay within tents, and earn an angry stare.
Yet again (and pity!), she proclaims that she cares.
The Lord Shaper gives a smile, the first in ages come.
But far away, her soul shattered, she bites her thumb.
The Pale Man smiles; so stupid, so wrong.
He cannot cease his pain, like a disgusting bomb.
And now she cannot walk towards that scroll.
Finally she admits, 'Life has taken it’s toll...'
And quickly he rushes, fist at his side,
To scare away the demons, to crush and divide.
“Oh, my Love, I do not want you to harm.”
'Yes, you controlling whelp, you and your charm!'
“They will no longer hurt you, now that I am around!”
'Oh wonderful (what have I found?!)'
So then there was eight, and now only two,
Was it too much? Too little? Too few?
'Well of course, Lord Morpheus, what did you think?'
“I wish you’d tell me if I pushed you to your brink.”
'Do not worry, my Lord, I am your little sweet.'
“What? Oh yes. Of course. When can we meet?”
'Today! Tomorrow! For the rest of the year!'
"Oh hark, I am so happy, your love fills my ear!”
And then there is a gap, so far and so few.
And within a decaying picture, there washes a gray hue.
“I am glad you made it.” The Dream Lord speak.
'I did my best, it was the most I could eek.'
So the sun now sets, and it is time to go.
YOU CANNOT STAY HERE! Irritation now flows.
So the Dreamer cries out, in pain and alone.
“Come with me now. I shall harbor you in my home!”
And the news of the year dashes in with a spark,
But the Furies, far away, begin their hunter’s bark.
The Dream King smiles, oblivious to her pain.
In shadows and darkness, her doubts still remain.
“I love you, now, always and forever.”
'THEN WHY CAN’T YOU FIX THIS CRUEL ENDEVOUR?!'
“A moment, my Dreamer, while I amass our gold.”
'And yet you leave me here, alone and so bitterly cold?'
“I have our way out, our way to the sun!”
'But I want your love now! I want to enjoy our fun!'
“The spark and the light is what I’d rather…”
'I am watching our love slowly unravel.'
And there comes a path that no one wishes to walk.
There comes a tolling, of the click of the clock.
So she leans in closer, for memory and for health.
And all she gets is stung by the King’s mouth.
So the Lord Shaper remains, paying his due.
As the Crow readies herself: she knows what she must do.
'I stand next to you, forever the dutiful slave!'
“I will silence these ignorant and brainless knaves!”
'No, sweet boy, I wish you could see,
That what you have been doing has been killing me.'
“We are perfect for eachother, a love so pure and new,
It cannot be copied: only known by a fortunate few!”
'If only you knew, oh Crafter of Dreams,
That all I want to do now is scream and to scream.'
“I hold your hair in my hand and breath out a sigh,
you are the world, the beauty, the Apple of My Eye!”
But the Dreamer tired to be away from the sun,
“Oh, come closer, I love you so dear, hun.”
'My head hangs low, I am hurting so bad.
But I must remember: my pain is our new fad.'
'So I stick on by,' as he does his thing,
'And I wonder: where is my ring?'
“I cannot express how much I love you.
We are the perfect, the one…the few.”
And out comes a storm, to unsettle the waves.
And the Dreamer’s mouth waters; she knows what she craves.
So the Dream Lord shies, and he flits and he flies…
Not ready, in the least, to bid his goodbye.
But soon thereafter, there comes a time,
When each and every man forgets his spine.
So in a blur of something he did not want,
Anger does gather - it fucking taunts.
She doubles over, and crawls away as a wreck.
And Dream feels the vampire feeding at his neck.
In a stupor, she stumbles, wondering where to go.
And now The Dream King is at his lowest of lows.
And soon her shadow is all that decorates his wall.
WATCH THE KING OF DREAMS AS HE FALLS!
Now there is no sound, just a lonely stab,
And the photographs go off, and they kiss and they grab.
In the morning Dream pulls up to her home,
And finds that his Dreamer is not alone.
He taps on melted sand, a dagger to his heart.
And now it is his turn to throw up ticks upon their chart.
Empty defeat now spans through his life.
Never the dream realized - never his wife.
Dreamer goes, hand-in-hand, so soon thereafter.
Despair is what is left after the end of the laughter.
And the King punches away at a wall of thorns,
'You had ample warning! Bells and fucking horns!'
"I did not realize, please, one more chance?!"
'I am so sorry…I tried, but I can’t.'
“W-what?” He stares in shocked disbelief.
'This is too much for me, I cannot bare this grief.'
“But little Crow, I can change my ways!”
'I gave you that chance. I let you have countless days!'
In a rage he screams through to the mirror.
And in blood soaked hands, he can see her clearer.
She is happy, she is smiling, and dancing her dance.
Night now defeated; impaled upon yellow lance.
Lying wounded now, deep within sand so blue.
“But we realized something that so very few…”
'No. It was not that way ... We need to part paths.'
And there, Dream King sits, picking at his scabs.
The Dreamer now stands, alone her own mind.
And within gray realm, he is left behind.
'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.'
"Then why do I feel, like I paid the High Cost?"
No answer, in turn, will come his way.
Confused and in pain, forever and a day.
So he slits his wrists and whispers in tone so low,
“TOGETHER FOREVER! A RAVEN AND A CROW!”
But no one is there to listen to his useless lies.
And no one cares to heed his ridicules cries.
“I would have pulled down the moon and the stars,
if you had just asked me, while we were Chasing Cars!”
An empty lull settles down in mid-February’s date.
“Two years, to this day, you first entered my gates.”
And the King of Dreams waits and he intently listens.
His only reply? The tears on his cheek, as they glisten.
So return, Muse Melpomene, the Muse of Epic Tragedy.
And bid good bye to her beauty, the Lady Death, in all her sorrowed majesty.