Every end of ours
eventually meets
its means..
But only in
Death’s Kingdom..
of the ever-lasting
dreams.

Orion’s hounds
eventually reach
their prey..
And just in time
for the grand feast..
That’s waiting for us
at The End of
funeral parade
for buried dreams.

Blood flows like wine
into the goblet
of Death’s King.
Red like the crimson
jewel of his crown.
He drowns his sorrows
to the chorus
of undying screams..
of those who never woke
from ever-lasting
sweetness..
of Death’s dreams.