‘Ere this midnight dreaming,
Sacrifices me again.
To die,
To fight.
To survive.
One learns a hundred ways,
To kill.
Bareknuckle bludgeonings,
All for a razor’s edge.
Skills one has learned in waking –
Transfer well to realms of death.
Strength becomes limitless.
Reality,
Weaker.
The Immutable Infinite Strength of Dreaming.
