From: squacken@zephyr.cair.du.edu (The Black Dreaming Unicorn)
Subject: Yet More BlackMist POems 5 
Keywords: condolences
Organization: University of Denver
Date: Mon, 13 Apr 92 22:30:56 GMT

Wow... and yet some more... will they never end


229) *THE DREAM LORD AND THE DREAMER*  
   POEM DEDICATED TO JOKER/THE DREAM LORD

Welcome to his world of dreams
beyond the walls of midnight
where imagination rules
and reality is hidden by the night.

Enter through your dreams
for there are no doors or gates
Walk on through to this forgotten land
for here the Dream Lord waits...

From your world of Science
Where dreams are all forgotten
Lost is this world of impossibility
and the land is dead and rotten.
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Through the mist she stumbles
A trespasser to this land
Breaking through the barriers
between two worlds she stands.

In the distance she hears the thunder
and in the sky she sees the darkened cloud
and the heavens release their drops of life
and awaken the barren grounds...

Plants grow into existence
as only she has ever seen
for with a thought she turned the world
into her land of dreams

She sits beneath a willow tree
protected from the rain
As she watches the graceful flight
of A silver tailed Crane.
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He runs through the mist
screaming his defiance
searching for the dreamer
in this ancient world of science

Her presence he can sense
across his world he runs...
leaving behind a sparkling trail
of millions of tiny suns....

The world is turning green
with the coming storm
for in this world of science
a new dreamer has been born

He finds her in the mist
She waits beneath a tree 
He makes his presence known,
for only the dreamer holds the key.

Mane of living black
and hide of silver gray
and to his mysterious eyes
her stare will surely stray

She feels herself drawn
into those wells of night
a soul lost in their depths
searching for the light

with a blink he wakes her
and she grabs his silky mane
then on his back she rides
the steed that no man can tame

on the mist of dreams he flies
and she feels the life within
the world around her filled with life
as the forgotten land begins to mend

Through a wall of mist he runs
into another land he flies
a castle of crystal white
towers climbing to the sky....



At the gates he pauses
and here she does dismount
walking with the unicorn
she enters the world she dreamed about...

To save this ancient world
she holds the single key
forget her world of science
and let her dreams run free....

Silver gray like the mist of life
across this land he flies
looking for another dreamer
with his ever searching eyes

Master of Dreams he will forever be
He searches through the night
Directed by his horn of dreams
he guides another dreamer to the light.

           WRITTEN BY
    BLACKMIST THE BLACK DREAMING UNICORN OF HELL
         THE IRC POET
           09/16/91.
 
231)  *The Storms Of Life*

 Through your life will travel
 the dark and stormy clouds
 The winds that drive you back
 and the rains that beat you down..

 Across this world you walk
 through the mud you tread
 and you wonder why you bothered
 and where you have been led...

 The road before you is cold and wet
 the path behind is safe and dry
 but still you walk on through the rain 
 looking for the cloudless sky...

 Storms are like trouble
 they come and go with time
 run not from the coming storm
 because your troubles tag along behind..

 you can not escape your troubles
 for they are always there
 great them when they come 
 and face your greatest fears

 Troubles are but a challenge
 like the blowing wind
 Walk straight into it
 and in the end you'll win.
        Written by
          Blackmist
        09/25/91



232)  *The Waking NightMare*
 As I close my eyes
 I lose my mind
 and drift into the world of dreams
 where wolf packs howl
 and devils prowl
 and you hear a tortured scream
 Tossing and turning
 I try to wake
 but someone locked
 my dream bound gate
 and they come to me each night
 a ghostly host, black barrow wights,
 they try to feed me to an evil drake
 I try to scream, but make not a sound
 and I can not outrun, these black hell hounds
 the gates are locked
 I can not wake
 and with a scream
 I break the gates..
 The dream is at an end
 and I'm in the waking world again
 so I dread the night to come
 for with the leaving of the sun
 the nightmare sits and waits
 for me to sleep again.
     Written by  BlackMist The Black Unicorn..   09/25/91

233)   *The Poets Black Banner*

 Black against the setting sun
 a relic of what the poets done
 it mutters all the poets words
 and speaks to the passing birds
 it tells of tales the poet spoke
 and of the dreams the poet wrote
 The poets banner once was white.
 when in life, his heart was bright.
 His words were filled with mystery
 and fulfilled your dreams and fantasies..
 he wrote of things that legends told
 like unicorns and dragons gold
 and the images were so sharp and clear
 you could picture the creatures standing there
 and through the years the banner flew
 learning all the tales the poet knew
 with the lost of its happy master
 the banner turned black forever after
 in memory of the poets mind
 the banner flutters throughout time
 whispering the rhymes the poet wrote
 so no one would forget the poet's heart that spoke.....
 09/24/91    Written by  Blackmist    copyright 09/24/91
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