The Dream
He spotted the building in passing
So strange
It was the building in his dream
The little round windows
Even the flower beds
The gargoyles looking down, so frightening he thought
That strange looking door
So medieval, uninviting
He remembered in his dream
The hidden pathway
Leading to the tunnel into the house
Waiting patently for the man to appear
Feeling tense when he did
He woke with a jolt
Wiping the sleep from his eyes
Looking around, wondering
The clock frowned
Time was on the move
It was at the news-stand
Where he noticed it
The headline flyer
With the words standing out
Prominent politician assassinated
So strange
It was just exactly like his dream.
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