A vision came to me one night
a man dressed in black garb,
walked through the darkened hallway
holding the reminents of a window shard.

The man gazed in my direction
I stood unperterbed,
he moved with such grace
looking undisturbed.

As the night drew long
he slowly vanished from sight,
he suddenly appeared next to me
and killed me without a fight.

For a reason unknown
I remained watching him,
For I was the creator of this dream
and he just a pawn at my whim.

Terror rained across his face
he realized his mistake,
It was not his choice
in this dream to partake.

He fled from the scene
hearing his distant cries,
he knew his life was over
when I opened up my eyes.

Steven Froom - September 16, 1997