The Perfect Dream

Had a dream last night,

No scary ghost, just a fight,

A simple story,

Days of my glory.

 

I am a king of a big country,

But not so happy

Coz missing in my life,

Is a lovely sweet wife.

 

Far from my kingdom,

Lives a king,

They say her daughter,

One day,

Would lead to a slaughter.

 

The night I decided,

That I will fight that king,

Slide in her daughter’s hands,

A beautiful diamond ring.

 

 So next day, my ships are ready,

Guns are blazing,

I start the journey,

Not knowing the ending.

 

War began, slaughtering began,

I also joined,

Riding on to my horse,

Killing without mercy.

 

There I saw the girl,

The girl who took over my heart,

Shedding precious tears like rain.

Holing her father’s head,

Asking me to kill her.

 

A tear rolled down my eyes,

Bending on to my knees,

I ask her to go with me,

But!!

Comes from nowhere a arrow,

Piercing and bonding over bodies into one

We were dying slowly,

But I lived thousand lives,

Seeing into her eyes.

 

~ by lonerviadefault on June 13, 2008.