I Am the Dreamkeeper
I AM THE DREAMKEEPER
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He rises,
hells stench fouls the room.
Its derogatory calls,
sadistic mental torture!
Left paultry souls in vehement anger.
He comes, the Grim Reaper,
no sentiment,
beholden unto himself.
He scythes through the dying.
Mortified the living scream,
their death hastened,
euthanised for free.
The Grim Reaper, I await,
not death, his person,
for I am the Dreamkeeper!
This being one dream
of many that I keep.
I was hesitant in its release.
Yet my intervention
Saved its authors Life.
Am I sentimental?
Of course, yes, for,
I am the Dreamkeeper!
The Grim Reaper?
A friend, NO!
A poacher causing strife!
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Inspired
by
Johnathan French
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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