I Dreamt Last Night
Of the Valley
Of the Shadow
Of Death,
Where Once
I took
My Last Breath.
Greeted by Kin,
Not with chagrin,
She Led Me
By Hand,
To My
Promised Land.
Darkened Forest,
With Light Burnt Low,
Only Other Shadows
Were There to Know.
She Guided Me
With Glasses,
Hiding the UV
And LED Me
To Kingly Kin
Who were
Awaiting Me.
