"tell-Tale Dream"

Hot like fire, bright as the sun He walked until the day was done On twilights door he did beset He lay inside a cave to rest The wind whispered a cold hello as the breeze carried its freezing below uncovered is he that sleeps alone and speaks to old decaying bones The morning sun is burning red as he lay half-naked and half-dead can now he barely raise his head as vultures stare at their evening bread He falls into a pit and sees a serpent twice as long as he coiling up and ready to spring He passes out and upon recovering Awakens from a tell-tale dream A cap forced upon his shaven head his arms tightly strapped to a chair of lead wishing he were still half-dead "I'm innocent!" is all he said.