The Destroyer of Dreams

The Lord of Sorrow

The dream of the white cloaked woman envelopes all of my thoughts.
Shimmering at the top of that desolate hill, she stood motionless.
The wind whipping through her silky clothes.
Giving off a steady, yet woeful stare.

I've waited here forever.
Through the seasons I stood.
All alone.
Waiting.

I advance towards her.
Stumbling on the way in excitement.
She makes her way to me.
Gliding atop the dead grass she becomes clearer.
As I close in, I feel a heavy burden take over me.
All of my will diminished.

Her essence is eerie enough to stop me.
Dead in my tracks she gazes into my eyes.
Behind her hood, an eternal black.
Only piercing blue eyes make its way through the absence.
I'm transfixed by this encounter.
Dropping down to my knees I'm engulfed with a paralyzing sense of sadness.

I cannot move.
She reaches out to me.
All I do is stare up at her daunting figure.
As she grabs my arm, I feel the flood of darkened thoughts course through me.
Black vines traveling into my arm.
Like ink through water it flows through my body.
Turning me into an entirely new person.
I look at her.
"Are...are you..?", I sputter.
She returns my gaze.
A long silence ensues.
With a simple wispy answer, she replies
"Yes."

And with a simple utterance of a word, I became the new Lord of Sorrow.
Trapped forever in the shadowed dreams of eternity.