Death! Come For Me While I Sleep Within A Dream... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

And, Death asked, ''Is there anything I can do for you
'fore I silence yo'r body so your soul may be deliver'd?
I said, 'Death come for me while I sleep within a dream',
Let me jaunt one last time upon paths I once journeyed

In my final dream, let me be the Knight at three o'clock-
That slews th' anti-Christ at th' strike of the Devils hour.
In my life I've long romanced th' mighty pen of solitude
In a world I built thick from walls of dream, and image.

And, in th' mute of deafened tongue my pen bespeaks;
Isolation, not loneliness, but my chance to endeavor
Into th' mind of my fascinations and heart that dwells
In my soul revealing openly- sweet images of my Life.

And, asleep in dead-dream, I am th' epitome of solace,
I sail on a sea of confidence, with faith my only anchor.
The fallen angel screams in tortured angst...and seethes;
I cross Perdition to th' other side, where light awaits me.

For, it is here, Death, I ask thee...to spend my final hour,
In a dream sewing seeds on wings that Michael soared.
Bring down the night and your seraphs flight- upon me,
Carry me to my final home 'fore I feel tomorrows dawn.

Raise me gently please.....as my final dream must climax;
I have so much to contemplate....upon this journey, vast.
There are people I will leave behind, in my private world,
Memories, both black 'n gold, some rue but mostly good.

So I ask You now, with kind request..... and humble heart,
I will do my penance...pace the halls of purgatory.... will I,
And, tho' far from pious virtue...... still the same I ask you,
Death...! Please come for me, while I sleep within a dream


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