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In a dream 
I saw me walking down a narrow road
I have not seen before,
A road paved with greasy stones of graveyard
I have seen before,
A road cutting a black tunnel in the midnight air
Now thick with mysterious mist,
A road lined with tall defoliated trees
Their trunks now made of cold steel,
A road as dark and desolate 
As the devil would have desired.

The opaque darkness didn't frighten me,
I was not surprised though
For my fluid dark thoughts
Found a black tunnel to flow
As ominously as the devil would have liked.
But not for long.

A beam of light as sharp as silver arrow-head 
At the far end of the tunnel it sprouted,
Raced in a white channel 
And struck me like a lightning.
I stood motionless, almost blind.
But not for long.

When the light suddenly disappeared
I saw a white car standing like a swan ahead,
The whiteness extruding a glow of purity
And encasing a chiseled face with dove eyes engraved 
Wide open in stark fear.
I felt dark thoughts soak my soul
And make my body black and bare.
I started to walk,
This time not through the black tunnel the road made
For I became a tunnel the devil made
But on the lighted path those frightened eyes paved.
But not for long.

The car, the swan, suddenly rushed toward me
Like a burning white meteor,
Crushed my body into black dust
And splintered my soul into black shards,
All sucked by the road paved with the stones of graveyard.
I woke up burying me in the grave,
In a dream.

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