When I dream…

I dream things no mortal should dream…

I dream of love…

Of eternal salvation for not only me…

But for the strong in the faith…

The faith which keeps us strong

And immortal…

Yet I dream of the eternal darkness also…

The darkness which has rent our world asunder

And that which has drenched our souls

In hatred and despair…

There is also the dreams of happiness…

Of children playing upon sunlit pastures of yore…

Of lovers cuddled in each others embrace…

And of a feeling of euphoria

That accompanies the ancient cycle

Of life and death…

Why do I dream of such?

Am I a prophet?

A speaker of truths?

Or a teller of lies?

I know not which I am

But one thing is certain to me…

When I dream…

The world turns…

Life and death are interchanged…

And I…

Am alive…