Reverie

Doors: crashing thunder,
breaking light, soon blood drips
down my chin. Coat myself
in ancient sands,
tell myself I'm in it,
to win.

Rose petals raining, I'm lost,
lost in the blood of my friends.
Puddles, to rivers, to oceans,
I coat myself in ancient sands.

Gates: splitting lightning,
crowds like lions roaring.
I'm gone in the rhythm of my heartbeat,
I'm swimming in the blood of my friends.

The moment, launching forward: A loose cannon,
with symphonies of metal and hungry lions,
sunlight blinded eyes.
As I coat myself in ancient sands,
coming only to realize,
I'm fighting for the blood of my friends.