Dan Brown - Dreams

A brutal murder.
A summer sky.
A faceless person.
Watching you die.

A heinous crime.
A field of green.
A terrible deed.
That can’t be seen.

A force of evil.
A flowery lane.
A raging beast.
That you can’t train.

A dark, dim room.
A new-born foal.
Falling, falling.
In a dark, dim hole.

He sees these things, but never screams.
For you force your way into his dreams.

Dan Brown

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