Opium

I stand tall on a mountain top

Green is all I see.

There stands a castle dark

Atop a second hill.

With warmth of a young heart

On I walk ahead.

Each step I take fills

Me up with escalating joy

For I see the Blue Lotus

Or is it the Grim's buoy?

Crave as I do for

My prize I reach the Gates.

As its bolts thunder

My gaze widens for what awaits.

Once on the other side I am

I don't believe all I see.

There lies every treasure one

Can ever need.

The smells, colour and sounds

Are all above I know.

And so I lay upon

Grass so soft as snow

In my silver hazy dream 

Of golden rivers that flow.

At an hour dark I seek

What I yearn the most

Coming across my love

Mortified into a ghost.

Rooted to the ground I watch him

Wither away to dust

Screams, tears, sorrow and pain I

Wish I could feel.

But I am benumbed by such Opium

In my fields forevermore.