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geschrieben am: 03.03.2000 um 23:17 Uhr
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[b]Just a Dream[/b]
Am I dead?
Or is this a dream?
Perhaps IÂ’m dead...
If I am then surely I have gone to Hell,
for no other place could attest
to what lies before me.
If I am awake,
then woe be to earth!
I shall call it a dream,
yes, a dream.
Red,
red upon black,
covering the landscape before me.
I stand in a field of pain,
the sky above is red,
scattered in angry,
twisted clouds.
The filtered sun doing nothing
but making the macabre scene more obscene.
Bloody, mangled corpses litter the ground
from where I stand till the eye can see no more.
No building stands erect,
no tree or grass grows.
Putrid, stagnant water fills the hollow to my right.
I step closer,
for the heat of this place
draws the thirst of your soul to your lips.
The smell of cooked flesh
like a smog hanging over the ground.
I near the pool to see
that it is not the cool water I desire,
but chilled blood instead.
A cloud rises from its festering surface.
Buzzing about me,
startled by my approach,
they sing a happy song of death.
Looking beyond the pool
I spot a set of stairs
Placed beneath a ruined portal,
it falls down to the wet earth.
My thirst and the heat compels me to enter,
but I glance around first.
Nothing moves except the buzzing flies
and the red clouds above.
So I step to the edge of this gaping hole
and look within.
Darkness confronts me,
but still I enter,
seeking the coolness of the underground.
Hiding myself from that awful red sky.
I see nothing...
perhaps my eyes will adjust
once IÂ’m in the full gloom.
I tread lightly,
the steps slick with putrid filth.
Once in the complete dark,
I stop to look back at that red sun.
ItÂ’s cast light a flow of blood
upon the stair.
I turn from its glare
and walk into the semi-dark,
finding myself wondering
what next this dream will bring to me.
Already it feels like I have been here forever.
I walk on and on
in the dark passageways below.
Finding nothing within,
I wonder about the strangeness of this dream.
It is not even a very good dream.
No particular horrors have assaulted me,
save the sickening scenes above.
No monsters,
nasty falls
or being chased by hordes of demons,
just the disgusting sights and gut wrenching stench.
I stop to sit this endless wall,
back against the cool stone.
Closing my eyes
I think of nothing.
But unbidden,
my wishes come to me.
Wishes of awakening in my soft,
clean bed with bright dawn
throwing the golden sun in my eyes.
Instead of that,
I become aware of a sound,
a strange sound
that started at my entrance here.
A sound so low
that I had ignored it till now.
My eyes fly open
and I took hard,
back the way I had come.
I see nothing of course,
so I strain my ears instead.
There!
There it was again.
A scrambling, clicking sound
carried along the corridor to my waiting ears.
I try to place its familiarities.
I know I have heard this sound before.
Only it was softer then,
less echoed.
As memory dawns,
a panic arises in me
greater than any I have yet experienced.
Bolting away from the breath, I slow.
My ears strain to hear the horrid sound again,
but all there is,
is my own ragged breath
and the beating of my crazed heart.
Long moments of dread pass by
as my breathing slows.
Now what?
Standing, head down, hands on knees,
I wait for my mind
to join with the stillness of the wet dark.
Opening my eyes again,
I notice a new light down the hall.
The faint glow of candle light
greets my weary soul
and with it a new sound.
Thwack! THWACK!
Numb,
I get up to investigate...
[b]To be continued...[/b]
by Eliah
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