Savior of Nightmares

In search of destruction, the absence of hope may i call it.

Savior of Nightmares, dazed I stand

Curtains of White, ploughed through the land.

Afore dawn I strike, with vengeance of past

Raising the vanished, among the million lost.

Savior of Nightmares, fragile I seek

In the valley of deceit, there is no peak.

Lives of men, marred by fear

Of dreams of dear, not pain and tear

A little bud of green, not an inch tall

Tattered by winds, leaves still too small

Nascent, he dreams of raising high

Like the many, buried near by

This sole hope, must be curbed

This envisioned peace, disturbed.

Desire of prosperity, proved a vanity

as aids In, fathoming, the sham authority

That carnage, paraded to him again

 Mutated bodies,  dead still in pain.

cries of vain, sobbing of blood doused rain,

all mundane,  and yet humane !

Green gets blurred, as it falls gray

Shivers with his ghosts,  as I foray.

Hope shrinks, as his pluck shrivels

His heart wails, his world swivels

Astound!  His dream persists

The reel ends, the force exists.

In defeat, I turn away

Proclaims he,  before the first ray.

“I dream, not of valor

 Of freedom,  freedom from struggle.

 I dream, not of height

 Of peace, peace from might

 I dream, not of glory

 Of recognition,  recognition of my existence.

For with freedom, peace and recognition

I shall have my valor, height and glory”

PS : Hope lives, as always? 

Aha Dahlia, Sigh! In your memory.

The dream makes me alive

Else, dead I am.