A Surreal Dream Poem by Amy Ormonde

A dim lit room
only seen by candle light
flickers of the dreary light cast shadows upon the walls
people stand around
in mid evil dress and gown
dark reds and blacks
a silence comes around
I stand there listening
to the whispers and the echos
as I walk forth toward a table
dressed finely in a lace cloth
beautiful, with food a plunder
my dreams not silencing this thunder
on the table is laid a knife
a goblet of gold with a liquid red
that shimmers in the candle light
like nothing left to be said
i stand there looking down
a sudden stir of sound
I hear it coming from the corner
I raise my head
to view the shadow
I am astonished at what I see
a most beautiful lady of high
standing next to me
her voice is low and calming
velvet through my ears
she speaks to me
' je suis aller avec tu'
a sudden flash of dread
flashes through my eyes
I grad the knife upon the table
cut my hand and cry
I hold it over the goblet of gold
watching it drip into the liquid red
i pick it up
and drink it down
fire in my eyes
burn slowly to my soul
a sorrow filled resentment
for i am lost at home
and in the unwelcoming arms I stay
watching the blood stain
the table that which once held
the goblet of gold and the liquid of red

and as I stand there watching
the picture blurs to black
a surreal dream
..........that's never coming back...................