The Eighty Sixth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I spoke to my Lord of my dream of the night before. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And I saw below me the flags fluttering on their poles. And I saw above me the flickering flames of the beacons. And I felt around me the deepening shadows of the room. And I felt upon my skin the scratching of this mournful fabric. And I felt beneath my fingers the coldness of your flesh. And I heard outside the bickering of crows. And I felt outside the thud of distant cannons. And I heard outside the filling of your grave. And I felt the enormity of my grief. And I stepped into the silence of the rest of time.”