in the end
they’re dust
same as all those
we’ve slayed before
* * *
Reality in chains.
The girl, just a dream.
But she will come,
not leave him
to a life of torture.
(Finger to lip,
dream girl disagrees.)
Almost beaten,
he doesn’t recognize.
Love, lover, kindred,
come to rescue.
The torture was
thinking she wouldn’t.
Shoulder, he leans.
Strong together.
Not just any girl.
Not just a dream.
This he knows
if nothing else.