Sleeper
Soundly sleeping
letting darkness
pass through with
visions of ladys
in white dresses,
cut low.
Black, long hair
outwardly swung as
they dance to a waltz
played in a grand hall.
Rose cheeked girls in
pink dresses chatterly sit
along the mirrored wall.
Women in backless, blue
gowns mingle and talk while
sipping wine. The grand hall
doors swing widely open, and
there he stands. Handsomely
sculptured with chiseled
features clad in his
gleasoning
bronze
skin.

Into the
chamber he strides
with nare a care nor glance.
Boldly walking toward the center
where stands the only lady in gold.
There he firmly turns her to his face,
"You shall be mine or I'll have nothing at all."