my dream ...

I dream of him with my eyes open and closed       

He’s of the darkness and walks with in the shadows

There’s wildness about him

Unnatural

Radiating with the energy of a feral beast

A lone wolf; unbroken and fierce

Alone in his nature, misunderstood

His eyes are cold and masked

Yet under the menace is a mischievousness that promises both pleasure and pain

He is fallen

Beautiful in his mistakes

Marked by his own hand

Like all creatures his will is free, his choices define him

He is not the hero

He is his own

A giant burning star in the nobility of a knight

A great round slab, a crusading brethren

Bloodlust warrior with a tortured soul

He is the cold shot of terror and the warmth embrace of safety

Ageless wisdom pooled within willful youth

He is damned by his linage

A minority for his conscious, a Martyr for his methods

He was there in my make believe lands of youth

Held me within desolate depths of bad decisions

I’ve carried him with me, inside me

I’ve seen him along all paths

No matter the light his face is always hidden

A blur to the sight, there is nothing but his eyes and the feeling of him

Designs etched in the dusk

I sense his pull; I ache with its need

A calling

He’s where I fit, home

Take me away; show me that there’s something more

He doesn’t hear me, He never comes

There is no hope

I am earth

He is air