Stolen Dreams
By: JoAnna Martin


There once was a time 
when I used to dream, 
until I found out the granted ones
are not always what they seem. 

Sometimes things do not turn out
quite the way you wanted them to,
after your prayers have been answered
and your dreams have come true. 

We vowed to be together
'till death forced us apart,
never knowing that fate 
would soon shatter our hearts.

His death left me devastated, 
embracing my grief-stricken tears,
I heard the dark angels mourning his depart,
the end to his earthbound years. 

On a cold and windy day
where dark clouds covered the sky,
we buried my beloved,
those spirits and I.
 
They delivered a wordless eulogy
as tears filled my vacant eyes,
and laying my head upon his grave,
I whispered my last goodbyes. 

How can death possibly conquer love?!
Even a love eclipsed by shadows?
The more and more unfair it seems, 
the more the rage within me grows.

Those dark phantoms fed on my fury, 
raising chaos in the spirit world,
refusing to lose such a fiendish ally,
they joined together, their wrath unfurled.  

The impish undead sprits 
had all but risen from their tombs,
speaking their incantations 
through the pale beams of the haunting moon. 

The dirt of a cold grave crumbled,
through the rubble reached a hand, 
and emerged the Prince of Darkness. 
Once again, the ultimate evil stands. 

I wait for him at the cemetery gates,
smirking, as the Holy Ones have failed.
We could hear the howls from the netherworld,
the excitement rising, for evil prevails. 

Partners again, basking in wickedness,
bloodshed bringing pleasure to our hearts of black.
triumphing over those who sought to take my dreams
and I stole those dreams right back. 


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