Dream

Walking down a darkend road,
Lonely lost and feeling cold.
My lips were numb my legs weak,
Why me?, this road the answer I would seek.
The road grew narrow lots of trees,
I could go no further and fell to my knees.
A time passed I rose to my feet,
Hungry and weiry I needed to eat.
I found a small trail it led to a field,
Where a man stopped me to offer a deal.
" Life if you kill me, death if you refuse,"
It would be very unwise to chose to lose.
I ran away and diddnt look back,
Thats when everything turned white and black.
I was no longer tired no hunger at all,
As I ran I tripped but would never fall.
I saw a cross in the ground,
As morning crept in I heard a sound.
I woke up unaware I had fallen to sleep,
There was a rose laying at my feet.
I went to the cross it said my name,
And under it was, I died in vein.

~Briana Watson 7/13/07 8:57 pm