Dream bound with rope
Drag it far down
And dig into the hope
Taunt it to drown
In the sea frozen fast
By its white-winter gown
With grasp unsurpassed
And a scream out for song
Again fiercly cast
Away from the strong
To trip into sleep
As if nothing was wrong
High as hope leaps,
There, tortured from memory
Lies the place where wind weeps.
Author's Note: Written in five minutes. No editing done.
