Dreams of a poor student

You close your eyes,

Colors swirl around;

 It lifts you up high, sky high.

Fall down,

Hit ground,

 Get up,

Look around.

See profound faces of men,

Confused ones of young girls,

Along with fear stricken faces of women.

You are in an old town,

New age.

To your left a forest stands up tall.

Cautiously step through bramble,

Black out.

Your eyes open

 

Dirt and dust encase floors.

Look around you’re on a mountain.

Bald, short, orange-robed monks crowd around.

Darkness sweeps over you.

Wake up.

Sweat drips down your forehead,

Cautiously check your surroundings,

You are in your room

Safety.

Close your eyes

You’re poised to fight

A crack of lightning gives light to a dusty, dark battle field

Out of the earth emerges an evil only your imagination can explain.

Lift your sward wield it well

Slice the arm, chop the head off.

Blood fills the ground

The lifeless head rolls about

The body stands and trembles

For one moment it stands

Then it falls to meet the ground it came from.

Black out.

Mist fills a room

Revealing a black widow

The hour glass shining in the moonlight

You search for a sword, a knife anything to kill her.

You find a butcher’s knife

Cut off her legs, as she falls, stab the head.

Purple ooze leaks out

Black out.

Awake to find its ten a.m. on a Monday.

 

Reviews

[The Flame of the Knight]

Very different. But good.

[Dominique]

Thanks.

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

really great......I like the way you ended it.........change of expression were beautiful..........Very nice :-)