Who is this man?
His voice is silver.
And he is
All that one man could be.
I dreamt of him in a dusty city
As a girl, I knew he would find me.
He comes to me in slumber
And so I’ll never wake
He gives me dreams of
More pleasing things
Than gouged and bloody
As are we.
In my cave of visions
And loneliness
His treasures line the wall
Like ancient scripture
His hieroglyph
Warns others of my fall.