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Last night I dreamt again

Dreamt of myself

In a body not mine

In my world

A stranger



I walked through a mist

Familiar and strange

Haunting spectres gliding

Past me, through me

Each one a part of me



Ghosts of my past

The threat of the future

The present

An eternity trapped

In a single moment



Out of the fog

A glimmer of hope

The glitter of cold steel

The dull shine of solid iron

The chilled knife hovers ahead



We move towards each other

Slowly, like old friends

We meet, not joyfully

But with familiar greeting

And it will not stop



Slipping softly between my ribs

Gently parting my flesh

I sigh quietly

As the cool tip

Sits snug in my heart



The blood does not run in rivers

Rather it ambles slowly down

Mixing with tears

I did not know I shed

Like some lazy glue



Each drop parts the fog

Hits the floor

Each tiny splash a thunderclap

I'm seeing clearly now

My blood, my tears, clear the fog



The faces stand before me

Saying I must be judged

I recognise them

But I look through a stranger's eyes

So what was once familiar is now alien



They ask me for justification

I am unable to speak

My blood runs towards them

A morbid leash

A path I must follow



The cool steel comforts me

Whispers to me

Reassures me

I am not dead

Nor alive



Faintly the sounds of reality

Begin to seep through

Their voices become urgent

The blood runs faster

Do I want to go with them?



A dull groan echoes through us all

They ask again

Beg me to come with them

The iron in my heart tugs at me

They implore me, time is running out



There is too much still to do

Too much I would leave behind

I tell them no

They nod softly

The fog returns



The groaning is louder

More insistant

Faster

My old friend leaves me

My heart is whole once more



We part in silence

As always

My past no longer beckons

I am free to go my ways

We smile as the fog separates us



The klaxon is sounding again

The daily grind awaits

Turning my alarm off

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes

I wonder what I dreamt



Tomorrow I will dream again

And if there is nothing left to do

I may go with them

Become like them

Watch over you, take you with us



When I shall die

I shall die complete

I shall welcome my death

And those that mourn me

Shall dream as I do