It was a dream. A memory.

  

  To stand tall and proud,

  gathering what remained

  of might, once-radiant,

  now faded and fallen.

  Faithless, I stand,

  Uprooted, a heart lost

  And cast into the

  midnight sea,

  a restless mind

  forever wandering the abyss,

  pulling back at last,

  daring to live,

  dream and hope.

  I was a ghost,

  screaming in a dead city

  with everyone else, but now

  I live again,

  finding my way

  amidst the gray,

  seeking out new skies.

  A dream shattered and

  cast into the shadows,

  Swallowed whole

  by the sunset.

  

  My heart beats in the dusk

  when it tinges the ocean red.

  Gaze westward, to the promise

  I made, to the dream I carry

  in my head and heart.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  

  Somewhere on a distant shore,

  she breathes and sings

  a song filled with

  enrapturing rhythms,

  and I rise, restored,

  resurrected, reincarnated,

  revivified by

  a voice

  that uprooted me

  from the corpse shore,

  in a place where devils

  lie dreaming.

  

  Peel back flesh and bone,

  revealing now thundering hearts,

  beating in unison

  to quiet the tempest,

  to bathe the world in

  blood, fire and fury,

  the storm we

  hold in our hearts

  and minds.

  

  And I will stand

  upon the mist-choked shore,

  and meet your gaze

  across these boundless currents,

  and in the silence,

  in the space between your

  every breath,

  I shall whisper of love

  and longing,

  forever a dream away

  from eternity.