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I fell asleep last night
sad and confused
something wasn't right
and I had been refused.

My dreams were swirling
I remembered all of it
Images were twirling
images unlit.

I saw a man
handsome, godly, breathtaking,
blood on his hand
his mouth agape, he was breaking.

The blood wasn't his,
but the shock was there
and floating by was a frizz,
a lock of purple hair.

It belonged to a girl
the one the bled
the man's whole world
was bleeding from the head.

He dared look downward
and gasped to apprehend
a small dagger-sword
in her abdomen.

It wasn't deep,
it wasn't fatal
it made his stomach leap
but that wasn't all.

While he tried rouse her
from her half-dead trance
another knife
ended his romance.

Stuck from behind
in the middle of her chest
her life began to unwind
into eternal rest.

The killer was never spotted
but the man didn't care
he cried, for the girl for whom he fought
kneeling down, his heart bare.

Never again will she smile
like she did that day
the day fate's tile
lead a life astray.


Okay, so I actually had a dream, but in case you didn't get it from the poem, here's how it went. In my dream, it was like a manga page going left to right. A man (actually had light red hair in my story, shoulder length, he was dressed in silver/gold armor) in one panel was standing there, the wind was blowing through his hair and there was shock on his face, and blood on his hand. In the next panel, there was a woman with red/purple eyes that looked blank and lavander hair, looking at him, but in the panel, she was facing me. In the next panel, nothing changed aside from a red pool that just appeared over her eye and kept growing and bleeding as the panels progressed. Then the girl looked shocked herself as she reached up and felt the blood, which now covered her whole left eye, dripped down her chin, and now blood was coming out of her mouth and nose. The next panel had both of them in it, the man looked down and saw a knife, not deep in her abdomen, he started to cry, telling her it was alright. She smiled at him. The next panel still had both of them, but now the girl looked like she gasped in pain. The front of her blouse, right in between her chest sprouted more blood. The next panel had a view from behind the girl, an identical knife was stuck straight into her back. The next and final panel had the man kneeling on the floor with the woman on his lap, dead as he was crying.