A little poem of mine inspired by the work of Neil Gaiman

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I saw dream in a dream of mine and death was there as well
there was jack at the end of time, condemning me to hell
of all the moments, endless, I've desired despair the most
I dranked the wine I dined I dined, destruction was my host
even then, sweet delirium, kept me from falling to despair
I feared the worst, I feared the end, dream said it's just a nightmare
I walked along the destiny's path, he never showed the way
blind luck, sheer chance - or fate, I thought, as at the crossroads I laid
meet me down at the Tyburn tree and I'll dance a little jig
there is love beneath my feet, for sure, but there's a trick to it
for everything there's a price to be paid
and the price is too much,
always too much

 

Dream-Check
Death-Check
Delirium-Check
Destiny-Check
Despair-Check

Did I miss anything?

 

Well, one at least, and it should be simple enough for he tried to serve a feast.

 

Destruction?

You missed Desire, I think

 

In person yes.

But s/he's still there quite close to his/her twin, as always...the others wrote themselves into it, but desire, that fickle thing left me to despair...

Did you spot where else I drew some elements into it?

 

A bit depressed if you ask me.