We walked until we could walk no more
Turned and waited and searched for a floor
To spread our weary legs and eat
And maybe catch a good nights sleep
We found a building all crumbled and broken
with a door that was useless and hanging quite open
among grass and vines and human waste
we hurried to enter this decaying place
A warehouse it seems, had this cage once been
Though what it had stored was a mystery then
We sat on our packs and gathered our food
some cobbler pie and a rusty spoon
We spat in the dark, and listed our day
out loud to each other to keep spirits at bay
But come they did all quiet and meek
Tip toed or floating they shuttered and creaked
Huddling close to our simple fare
their pale faces glowed as they slowly neared
They listened and whispered, though sometimes they whimpered
to our stories and tales of travel and adventure
When it came time to dim down our fire
To lay on our back and dream of desires
They skirted back and returned to the shadows
and drifted and floated back to the meadows
A sigh I think escaped from me then
knowing that is how eternity I would spend.
This is from a dream my friend had of us.
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