It happened again. A poem type thing was born in my mind. It happened in the twilight of a dream, in that strangeness that I love.
The dream itself was quite unique and a great precursor to a story. A synopsis will go on my list and perhaps I will sit down and pen it one day. But for now, here is the poem. An opening to the fledgling tale, for you to enjoy.
This guy and his gal escaped their homes.
They ran down a hill in the night.
They ran to jump off a dock and swim,
A place that brought them delight.
The waters were often as warm as a bath.
So still and calm it reflected like glass.
They swam in the blackness sending ripples across,
They swam through mottled starlight.
But when they reached the dock on this particular night
The waters were covered by fog, though the sky was clear up above.
“Come on, it will be fun,” he sang in a song.
So they jumped to swim in such a place,
Unaware of what happened below.
The water was gone.
The earth was dry.
It was very difficult to see,
As they fell and tumbled straight through the fog
To a land concealed way beneath.
I watched them tumble, I watched them fall
for the same had happened to me.
But I wasn’t there to guide them, oh no.
I wasn’t there as a friend.
They would come to know me in time.
It would be an inevitable reality.
For those who enter the realm of the shadow
Always come to know me.
(The challenge will be, can they beat the odds,
Can they survive the tricks and the grim?
It’s not any different from life, really.
They already know how to swim.
The challenge will be, can they stick together,
To help the other succeed?
If they do then there is a chance they’ll return
And think this but nothing more than a dream,
a dream of peril and dread.)
Dock by VexingArt / http://vexingart.deviantart.com/
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