Dreamer

By Arnav Mall

Odd nightfall bringing mist ushers, 

Seeing the dreamer's demise under the dead of the night, 

A cheery blossom with grey leaves, 

Striking the moon with a shady sheath. 

Grand is the folly of the mighty lords, 

Horses fall asleep in the moats, 

Misery is in the very ground, 

Cursed is the dreamer who walks and walks around. 

That murky hour when the mist ushered, 

All went to oblivion as his soul crumbled, 

Grief sticken was that hour when the dreamer came to the world. 

An odd nightfall, dull as the hawk's eye stone. 

His wistful smile was all he had, 

His Pandora's box, was like an empty well, 

The dreamer did not deserve anything he believed, 

Burnt to ashes the world he weaved. 

Dreamer was cursed the very hour he came, 

Burden of forbearing, grief untold. 

Emotions restrained by the chains of hades, 

Cursed to roam in the anguishing gloom. 

The chain of fire Clefting the very soul, 

The screams tormenting the dreamer of old, 

Cursed by many burdens, a grand doom, 

With no one to be, he now faces the great gloom. 

Maybe the dreams he had were far too great, 

Or the curse he held tormented him all his days, 

Maybe happiness was a gift never meant to be his, 

Yet the dreamer's smile was all he had in this mist. 

Perhaps the next time night won't be so odd, 

Perhaps the mist won't usher, 

Perhaps the dreamer won't be cursed, 

Perhaps he would find his joy in the dusk.

By Arnav Mall