Visions of the Dream

I am garbed in the clothes of my people.
I lay to sleep with a weary heart.
I dream of my death.

The Sickness in Sorrow.
The Twins in turmoil.

They laid me on a bed of flowers,
but no one knew when I died,
because I was…
So pale already.

I saw the Eagle again.

They must separate my remains,
lest I return, again.

Gods forbid. Gods forbid.

I went home to my family.
On the couch I slept,
wrapped in a blanket,
with my pets.

They gave me a bus ticket…

Told me to,

“Beat it bum.”

I was doing alright,
until I thought of her, again…
Then, Death.
Death!, Théoden’s cry.
I am dead now.

Broken. Broken. Broken. Broken.

Never to seethe fire, together.