Shane Ward- Age: 19

January 15, 2008

A Stable Dream

Slow tranquillity permeates through the forest fog.

The wolves den: a waltz of time and shadows.

Amalgamated with the unknown wormhole into my mind.

Point a to point b within the blink of my fragile eye.

Liquefy my senses.

Distraught no longer for calmness reassures my night's vivid imagery.

The wife has a brocade, a veil and a revealing smile.

Into the dream I seek.

She brings me to the tombstone where my epitaph shall be engraved on the currently defaced.

From the horrors my sight has brought me, I now rest in the serene grave.

Black and white shades blanket me.

The things I've seen coveting me.

Limbs, digits, blood.

Masochitic.

Oh the designs rendering me helpless!

Steel hammer to broken feet.

Shards of brittle bones glisten in the moon's reflection.

I've defeated who I used have to defeat others.

I now drink from this goblet; enclosing velvet and designs.

The poison I drink sedates me in this cave I reside; chaotic no longer.

The birds chirp.

The crows envelope me, and thus have I been eaten.

Forever now in this stable dream where all is live and all commute through the whispers in the whimsical wind.