Muse...   Last night, alone, I prayed aloud to whomever dared to hear and on my knees, before my bed I laid forth my plight to dream just once, and not be alone throughout the endless night and I crept beneath the silken sheets so tender and so warm my eyes, they closed, forever slowly and another world took shape...   ...and I dreamt...   Life, a tyrant, dressed in silver laid down his stony hand a life he took, with each fell swoop another end to pain...   ...and I lived...   You, a dream, cloaked in silk took me from the ground a life you gave, with each tender word another end to pain...   ...and I cried...   Me, a warrior, clad in grief raised my sharpened blade a life I took, with each swift stroke and I bore the weight of existence...   ...and I died...   For life had caught me in his stony grasp and my dream had left me and the winds of time had made their pass and the cloak of age had swept me...   ...but I did dream...   And for that... I thank you... My muse...