Dreams

by Viper37


Glory drempt of, longing
Glory realized, sucess
Glory past, memories
Glory missed, failure

In a dark room, a man dreams.
He sees what will be and what has been.
He sees the real and the abstract,
the false and the true.
The good and the evil.
he sees all that the world can become
the endless possiblities
some good, some bad
every desire he has ever had, he realizes in this one instant
He looks down from the great height of his mind and views the world as it truely is.
He grasps the might, the size, the purpose of the entire universe.
And he weeps.
He curls himself up into a tiny ball, desparate to keep the rest of the world outside, away.
he retreats into the depths of his mind
terrified and helpless,
He crys out to God in the name of all that is good and holy,
he trys with all his might to forget
the terrible horrors of he has seen.
For he has viewed the world,
and seen its true colors.
Pride, hate, greed,
no longer can he lie to himself or hide behind the bliss of his ignorence.
For now he knows.
beyond any shadow of a doubt
what fate holds in store for him and his race
for all that is termed creation
and whom is at fault
and deep down inside
he realizes he knew all along
and merely hid the fact from himself
fire, screams, death, stench, prayers
the agony and horror
Glory impaled upon the spiked rocks of reality
he awakens with a start and runs into the bathroom
as he stares into the haunted, gaping eyes in the mirror
he thanks God it was only a dream.