Nightmares of the injured knight
Once a soundless dawn
I found me
in deep waters.
Frightened,
I arose,
Racing to elude
one deathly storm.
Scurrying
in void corridors,
I paused,
Impeding me giant doors.
Shrieking sounds
irked them ears.
As gates exposed,
I entered they closed
and light disappeared.
I sought out
in darkness.
and sharp stones
injured my fingers.
They chased me
subliminal whispers,
While shy lanterns
revealed warm places.
In dark spaces,
I caught a vintage window.
I approached.
As light kindled,
I saw skies divine blue,
I saw opulent fields,
I saw noble knights.
Ached to fell among them.
I besought.
It was opened,
A helper gate.
Slow going and there,
A large tree
and winds blew
and shivering leaves.
I harked a flute,
Moaning.
Marked a ghost,
Breathing in the flute.
Then he sang:
"A cold storm,
Blowing winds,
An injured knight
in a tent.
The vesper star,
Glistened.
like a golden tear.
Once upon that time
and land of fear."
Rampant neigh
and he was lost
the friendly ghost.
Under the tree.
I sat, saddened.
Before a glimpse
of father happened.
Oh dearest father,
Who walked away
too soon.
Who told me once:
"knights,triumph
and trees ominous
in the dreams."
Still,
Calm the flight I soared
to hunt some neigh,
Leading me divine forces.
Northern winds their zephyrs
lashed my naked faces.
Before earth quivered.
Heaving a ghoulish warrior,
Who tore the fields.
A blue horse,
He mounted.
Myriads daggers
I weighed on his shield.
He dismounted.
His back toward me,
He cried in my face.
Malign his voice.
Halt there!
Dreaming boy!
You'll be wasted.
A novel cry,
That neigh
and heart beating fast.
Watching her,
Enchanting mare,
I froze.
A leopard coat,
Wearing a glazing rock
on her magical head.
Alas,I fall down
when mine smashed!
All I sensed,
Perishing laughs
of mean devils.
I was dying.
Weird, it was odd,
Crawling silence
in dumb,
In cold remnants.
All I sensed,
A fading neigh.
There,
Garbed in white,
The ghost appeared.
Nigh he sat,
Erasing gore
over soiled faces.
My head,he held high.
I mused,
This,could be an angel,
He shall belay
the smart away.
He sighed,
Unveiled his shining self
and I learned,
He was…
My father.
I wept like an infant.
I said:
Craven assault,I say.
You are dreaming,
His words.
He kissed my forehead,
Left me stranded,
He disappeared
in densely mist.
Troubled soul chased him,
As waning shadows
glinted away.
Father cried:
Farewell my boy.
You are dreaming boy.
Troubled soul
retreated hovering,
over a drying corpse.
I dived in dark tunnels.
Kept them ghosts roaming
at bay.
When a soft breeze restored me.
When my eyes found an awesome dome.
Swift I leapt
on her back,
The ancient horse,
Leading her to lucent horizons.
A lazy star
was then awakened.
Red grains
fall down on dead shoulders.
That is all
what I recall.
A ghost singing:
"A cold storm,
Blowing winds,
An injured knight
in a tent.
The vesper star,
Glistened.
like a golden tear.
Once upon that time
and land of fear."
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