I keep having these dreams,
Something that may come true it seems.
They awake me from my resting slumber,
Building in my mind like lumber.
The images seem to be a little vague and bloody,
The scenery is on fire and a bit muddy.
I hear a calling deep within my sleep,
Only to find shadows that weep.
Something is coming, I can smell it in the air,
Souls walk past as if I'm not even standing there.
Each one is shackled and bound,
Their souls forever to remain on the ground.
They stop and kneel near a mountain,
At the very peak stands an alluring fountain,
Approaching is another bound figure,
Lifting a horn, a sound trigger.
Before the horn sounds I jump out of my bed,
The images of the dream, swimming in my head.
I try to finish the dream time and time again,
But something stops me from deep within...
