Poems eh?

Nothing.

Void of my thoughts, my feelings,

no emotions that circle and plague my every beat.

This is emptiness, this is bliss.

No Truth

No False

No Yes or No.

No lies, no slight of hand.

No smiling beauties bending what I know.

I dream.

And the void fills.

Mighty men holding even mightier swords.

Legionaries stringing barbed arrows, blood slowly dribbling down red coats.

Armies marching, brass and steel gleaming in the golden Sun.

Voices reach a high as the men charge, Deep guttural roars fill the blood attained air.

Metal clashes, the battle drums start to roar.

The sound dies down.

The world spins,

The wheels of the caravan turn.

It’s brightly coloured canvas flaps in the wind.

Men walk by the carts’ side.

Huge thick furs drape over their shoulders, buffering the icy wind.

A small layer of snow coats the furs

Whitening the dark hides. 

Swords hang loose from old leather belts.

The vagabonds walk on.

Cold winds buffered by strong wills.

The void moves again.

The sun stabbed by eyes, heat radiating across my whole body.

Having reached its peak the sun bore down on the world I saw. 

A jungle sprawled like an urban metropolis.

Towering canopies cover the thick leaf floor.

Over the bird songs and calls, a lone piper can be heard.

A creature runs through the undergrowth.

Frightened, hungry, hunted.

It runs.

Three small men jump out of the ferns, small bone axes by their side.

The animal’s skull cracks.

Small men dance around their prized prey.

The Gnomes are fed.    

And as they dance the little men shriek in times of joy