Dream work

I once dreamed of a place 
Beyond gentle slopes, 
and pearl-gray, jagged cliffs 
With sweetened sounds 
of tumbling waterfalls, 
giving birth to frigid blue 
mountain brooks. 
Where ogres & giants once stood 
Smoked scented pipes of flesh 
Yielding to gods of ancient tongues 
As eagles grew restless, 
to amplified sounds 
 of clipped wings 
Tortured sounds of 
mocking birds that sings, 
echoed through staircases 
beyond awaiting 
Valhalla’s domain 
Echoed to the unwilling ears, 
muffled cheers 
I took the journey 
of a condemned return. 
As my tainted tears vent 
from dilated oculars. 
Arise the blood-red moon….

Dwellings