As the sun rose over the realm
I set down my cup of wine
And followed the other dreamers
Unsure of what I was to find.
I entered the mausoleum
And took my seat alone
But soon I was joined by a blonde child
With lighthearted joy in her tone.
Shocked was I to look up and find
The dead man upon the bier
When moments before I could've swore
The spot had been clear.
Giggling quite angelically
The child teased and murmured
As I stared at Destiny before me
Straining to hear his words.
I told the child to hush
When the cat goddess took the stage
Having no tears and just one regret
Bast accepted the toll of age.
The child began to whisper again
But I honestly didn't mind
For Desire spoke her heartless speech
About the way family bonds bind.
I shivered when she had completed
For her smile chilled me so
But that was nothing to the quiver I felt
When it was Despair's turn to go.
The sadness this idea in turn created
Was not only emotional
The crimson flowing down her pale skin
Was entirely physical.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips
When she was said and done
Yet the girl beside my merely giggled
As if this were all for fun.
And abruptly a word was in my brain
And I thought I could name this girl
But then instead of speaking aloud
My attention had suddenly turned.
The Angel Duma had taken center
Feet perhaps touching the ground
His single tear filled my vision
The emotion and knowledge profound.
I wiped away my own tears
While Delirium made her way in
She said something rather quietly
About how she wasn't scared of Him.
Hers was a short and sweet eulogy
And she wandered away with a bowed head
But somehow her small words filled me
With pity for the dead.
Then the blonde child to my right
Laughed about some black bird
And when I looked up I saw the raven
Who I thought wouldn't speak a word.
Matthew said exactly what was true
About dreams, heart and hope
And I realized my own love for the dead man
And how glad I was Matthew spoke.
After a few more speakers
The girl bounded from her chair
Carrying her pink balloon in one hand
She stepped in front of the bier.
At that moment I could name her name
But couldn't understand her speech
After all, Chaos's piping laughter
Was disturbingly innocent and sweet.
As she rest of the sermons were said
I stared at Chaos who'd returned
The eulogies not distracting me
From what appeared to be a girl.
And when Death finally made sense of all
I finally understood
Seeing Destiny, Matthew and even Chaos
Happened as it should.
I felt at peace with Chaos beside me
The oxymoron not at all unnerving
And the meaning given by Death's words
Made the dream even more stirring.
Then I found myself floating bodiless
High above the world
I was unable to do anything but watch
As the dead man made his final voyage.
The others returned to the waking world
But I tried my best to hold on
I wanted to see the new Dream King
For The Sandman was sadly gone.
I set down my cup of wine
And followed the other dreamers
Unsure of what I was to find.
I entered the mausoleum
And took my seat alone
But soon I was joined by a blonde child
With lighthearted joy in her tone.
Shocked was I to look up and find
The dead man upon the bier
When moments before I could've swore
The spot had been clear.
Giggling quite angelically
The child teased and murmured
As I stared at Destiny before me
Straining to hear his words.
I told the child to hush
When the cat goddess took the stage
Having no tears and just one regret
Bast accepted the toll of age.
The child began to whisper again
But I honestly didn't mind
For Desire spoke her heartless speech
About the way family bonds bind.
I shivered when she had completed
For her smile chilled me so
But that was nothing to the quiver I felt
When it was Despair's turn to go.
The sadness this idea in turn created
Was not only emotional
The crimson flowing down her pale skin
Was entirely physical.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips
When she was said and done
Yet the girl beside my merely giggled
As if this were all for fun.
And abruptly a word was in my brain
And I thought I could name this girl
But then instead of speaking aloud
My attention had suddenly turned.
The Angel Duma had taken center
Feet perhaps touching the ground
His single tear filled my vision
The emotion and knowledge profound.
I wiped away my own tears
While Delirium made her way in
She said something rather quietly
About how she wasn't scared of Him.
Hers was a short and sweet eulogy
And she wandered away with a bowed head
But somehow her small words filled me
With pity for the dead.
Then the blonde child to my right
Laughed about some black bird
And when I looked up I saw the raven
Who I thought wouldn't speak a word.
Matthew said exactly what was true
About dreams, heart and hope
And I realized my own love for the dead man
And how glad I was Matthew spoke.
After a few more speakers
The girl bounded from her chair
Carrying her pink balloon in one hand
She stepped in front of the bier.
At that moment I could name her name
But couldn't understand her speech
After all, Chaos's piping laughter
Was disturbingly innocent and sweet.
As she rest of the sermons were said
I stared at Chaos who'd returned
The eulogies not distracting me
From what appeared to be a girl.
And when Death finally made sense of all
I finally understood
Seeing Destiny, Matthew and even Chaos
Happened as it should.
I felt at peace with Chaos beside me
The oxymoron not at all unnerving
And the meaning given by Death's words
Made the dream even more stirring.
Then I found myself floating bodiless
High above the world
I was unable to do anything but watch
As the dead man made his final voyage.
The others returned to the waking world
But I tried my best to hold on
I wanted to see the new Dream King
For The Sandman was sadly gone.