It Came In The Darkness Of A Dream

Still,

Laying half-way

Near to wake

I can see him

Still, in a memory,

My native guide

My dark warrior

My cancer,

We drank

From a bitter goblet

Of death,

I never saw us

lounging in the pastures

Of our last days,

Still,

We were hot

A fire

Untamed

Destroying everything

Destroying us,

How I hate that fire,

I am still

Singed,

I haunt him

In his dreams

And he

In my nightmares,

My cancer

My dark warrior

My native guide

Through the black pools

Of bitterness,

Even now,

Still,

His mark is upon my neck

The damned soul

That is him