Dreams

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It would always be that same memory. Never different. Always the same. By this time I remembered my dreams as vividly as if they had happened yesterday when I knew for a fact that they had in fact occured so long ago.

The blood on the walls. The feeling of broken bones. Of Isolation. Loneliness. Hopelessness. The dark thoughts which raced through my mind. The multiple times I put a blade to my wrists.

And then,there was always the woman who would speak in the end. Much less of a memory,for I did not recall her as well as I did the other vivid imagery,but she had been a prescense in my dreams for the past few months,always repeating the same phrase,over and over again.

Beware Bringer of death,slayer of men and monster alike,beware Grim Reaper of the empire.

For a storm is coming. Your legacy will die and your life will end when it arrives.

Beware child....

A storm is coming.

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