A/N: I've begun to read The Sandman series only on the beginning of this year, and the only thing I regret is not having started sooner. This idea came to me while on my way to my bed after running on caffeine for more time than I should. This, the fact that I read only up to Brief lives, and that I seldom write poetry on my mother language, let alone in English, makes me doubt a little about the quality of anything written here. But, what the hell? Can't know if don't ask, right? So, what you guys think?
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman series.
D is for many things.
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Like Destiny, the blind sovereign
Walk through his infinite, narrow garden
A place for past and future to collide
Turn the first right, the third left, walk forward, turn twice
See the endless paths with indefinitely options coiling ahead
The many possibilities, the many decisions, the Will unshackled, Free to decide
But look back and you will only see a long, straight path, the only choice you ever had
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Like Death, the magister of transition
Dreaded by many, walking through the night
Into the land where the sun has never shined
A smile spread, small and warm
To greet the traveler, weary from the journey of his time
Standing at Life's origin, celebrating its magnificence
But understanding its vital fragility, burying her sorrow, she welcomes with open arms
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Like Dream, the lord of all that is not
Atop the hazy throne of his misty lands
Where unspoken stories are told and unknown mysteries are show
He dutifully watches, with starry eyes
The changes on the shifting sands, carried by mortals of the waking land
Ingenious creations, brilliant actions, illusions of Reality
But once awakes, it all goes back, drifting into forgetfulness of one's subconscious mind
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D is indeed for many things…
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Like Destruction, the crafter of chaos
Aimless wanderer, a traveler without land
Forsaking his reign, and accepting the changes
To understand the oppositive that he represents
Some welcome him, while others abhors him
Reveling himself with the Creation of things
But for the novel things to stay, the old ones must fade away
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Like Desire and Despair,
The ruler of all things and the monarch of the nil
One lies within the delusional self
While the other on the void of self
One is born from within the heart, loved
While the other is hooked outside the heart, dejected
One can only manifest gazing into the good of others
While the other can only be felt by seeing the bad on oneself
One is satisfied only when full
While the other only recognize itself when null
To Desire and not have, Hate is born
To Despair and not yield, Hope is defined
But to one, to have all is deny itself
And to the other, to hope is to abandon the true self
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Like Delirium, the conundrum of perception
A simple occurrence in constant transition
A single uncertainty on aseity existence
Shackled to herself, forever free from all
Alluding to the truth, deluding and eluding
For the thoughtful, woeful is the deranged fool who lost its Sanity
But Sanity may lead to Sorrow, while Delirium has sprung from Delight
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Truly, D is for many things!