From Nightmares to DreamscapesFrom Nightmares to Dreamscapes
A whimper, then a long moan, filtered through the campsite, causing more than a few of those trying to sleep to mutter ungracious words. When a sharp cry split through the night air a few moments later, Alistair growled and stalked out of his tent to Kaylahna's, shoving open the canvas flap.
"By Andraste's flaming sword could you two please keep it down " he trailed off as he finally took a look inside the tent to see Zevran holding the sleeping warden in his lap, the elven woman curled up into as small of a ball as she could, her body shaking and straining from the nightmare that gripped her in its razor sharp claws. Zevran looked up at Alistair, while running a comforting hand over his lover's arm and back, his eyes dark and haunted.
"Kaylahna, bella mia, she has been having these nightmares quite often lately. They've been getting worse the closer we get to Denerim. I can usual
A Slumbering CurseA Slumbering Curse
Bounded by an everlasting curse.
Placed upon me since my conception.
Confined to a comfortable, sheltered prison.
Entrapped by a delicate, fluffy casing.
Magnetically connected to its padding.
Eye lids securely fastened by codified pad locks.
My body a victim of temporary paralysis.
My only escape is dependent on one,
Eternally, binding condition.
I must return to my slumber when the sun sets.
This is the one rule I must never forget.
Or else the next day, I will exhibit its exhausting effects.
And the targets of that particular day will not be met.
This fatiguing state will only continue to progress.
It will then result in to an intense level of stress.
All what I've worked for, will turn in to appalling mess.
And the rest of my life will be put through a tiresome test.
A Monster is BornA pity monster was born last night,
It resides within my brain,
This creature is most probably,
Why I'm feeling a bit insane.
I know his fellow soul mate,
Is clamoring close behind,
Depression soon will claw,
What's dear within my mind.
But this is a special species,
This monster to whom I succumb,
It desire is eating away my ego,
And I'm starting to feel so numb.
It is the monster of Self-Pity,
And Depression rides it's tail,
Bringing forth those bad memories,
Of indiscretions, and times I fail.
Claws cling tightly with bloody grasp,
It knows how to rein me in,
Making me twitch with raw memories,
Times that were full of sin.
I'm usually the guy with the solutions.
The guy that leads the way,
But my brain is tired and hurting,
Don't think I can ...today.