Scary Dream

The eerie dream I had.

They came to me
In rows of twos
With freshly printed
IOU’s
They came for my soul
Is what they said-
“Its not mine to give
I’m not yet dead,”
I explained to them
In a quiet voice.
The leader looked up-
“You have no choice
Your life is half led,
The race already lost
You started it badly
And this is cost
We want your soul
Which you are bound to give
We own your soul
Though you may live”

“But my life is half led
is what you said
and though I’m ignorant
I know I’ve read
That half a life
Does not amount to a whole
There’s no way you can have my soul”

The leader, his grey beard
Twitching with rage
Said in a controlled voice
“Boy you have come of age
to know the life you live is not yours
your destiny is settled by dozens and scores
of people who come before you and after
now give us your soul
and lets close this chapter.
For we journey long and weary are we
From dispensing the wages of iniquity
And we have no respite, no place to come home
For sent forth are we, banished we roam
The dark side streets of hate and fear
The odor of which has brought us here
So give us your soul
And when you get to hell
Saluté our master
Whom we have served well".

I felt weak then
Crushed from within
The room around me tightened
And began to spin
And then I felt naked,
Empty and cold
And I started falling
I had to take hold
Of something…
But I fell to the floor
And watched silently as they walked
Away through the door.

They left as they came
Two by two
I saw my mother
And I saw you.