What Dreams May Come

I wish to slumber
A refreshing sleep
So pure and deep

I’ll drift into unconsciousness
And dream
Reality is not as it may seem

I’m in the enchanted forest
I visit Avalon
And wake up at dawn

I was a Templar Knight
Saving a beautiful damsel in the night
From a terrifying fright

Next, I was crusading
In Jerusalem, I fought the Saracen
These Satanic men

We took back the Holy Land
“Deus Vult!” we yelled out loud
Of our victory we were proud

I woke up finally
And marveled at all I dreamt
I was exhausted and spent

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024