I find myself at the gate of a massive stone keep
taking in the mysterious bluish-green haze everywhere
wondering where I am, why I'm here, and for what
purpose I serve, an outlander in this strange land
To my right I see a procession of religious characters
wearing odd yet extravagant robes decorated in mystic symbols
they pass me by and one member of this spiritual parade
chooses to step out of line and stare at me with a terrified look
Before I can ask a single question, she urgently warns me
that by being here, the enemy will attack very soon
who it what this enemy was, I didn't have time to ask
due to the sudden roar of battle drums resounding in the distance
The maiden groans and tells me that I will be the savior
or the great destructor of my host, all depending on the next choice
I make, an important one that will determine just how
much bravery is locked within my flesh
With a hurried wave, the acolyte disappears, and then
I'm surrounded by the militia who all wear expressions of fear
as we all listen to the drums edging ever closer, the harbinger
of the doom rapidly approaching this stalwart estate
They all hear my shudder of anxiety as their eyes
bore into my skin, all of them realizing that I am not
one of their own, but yet, in the eyes of the female
acolyte, I could be their savior, how so I can't fathom
That is when it dawns on me what must be done
as it hits me hard that the girl saw a wealth of power
in my soul, a source that can only be tapped into by
performing the bravest act of all: sacrifice
After forcing a deep breath in and out of my lungs
I calmly tell the gathered soldiers to pierce my body
with three arrows, two on my hands, one on my feet
indeed, it will be a crucifixion lacking a cross...
Within the course of a minute, I am nailed
to the stone wall of the keep, taking in the mixture
of expressions on their faces: pity, grief, shock,
but also, sadly in the majority...relief that they aren't me
Rushing out of me is three trickles of ruby blood
that forms a small pool at my feet, showing a surprisingly
calm face, my own face, how contradictory it is...and so,
I whisper a soft farewell to the soldiers and close my eyes one last time...
The teal haze wraps around me, obscuring all senses
as my consciousness collapses in on itself
all while a strange warm feeling overwhelms me
out of curiosity, I open my eyes and behold the majesty before me
All around me, the mist has lifted, revealing a beautiful
courtyard completely lacking any sign of preparation
for battle, also showing not one soldier...I look at the golden
girl next to me, and realize I'm in paradise after all
It is the girl from before, but devoid of those odd garments,
wearing a simple forest green robe and a glowing smile,
that makes me gasp as I take in my own gaurdian angel,
who takes me into the keep, into my eternal home where hope is a constant...
It is moments like these that make me smile, for they prove
to me that heaven really is...a place on earth.
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Poetry of Dreams
PoetryA dream is a powerful and spiritual thing to experience, and a poem is a creative way to express your emotions. What would happen if these two concepts were combined?