Dream #666
 

Dit is een gedicht die ik ooit geschreven heb. x

Dream #666 ...

In such a state of grace
And strangely transfixed,
I was walking on the clouds
Of my dream number 666.
I was passing through the gates
Of those crystal white fields,
When out of the blue
I saw a picture of you,
So vivid and so real.
I passed through the door of steel
And as I walked down the path
I found a boxed epitaph.
The box was old and made of bronze
It held the key to a heart that froze.
Suddenly unblinded by the light
I slowly turned around
To figure I had found,
The key that once flew
Belonged to... me.