A/N: This story is pretty straightforward. Each chapter is a poem dealing with a person or concept in THE SANDMAN. The first is my shameless love poem to Morpheus…
Ode to the King of Dreams
He presides
Over a land of stories
Where fairy dust rides on the breeze of fancy
And the depths of horror stretch ever downward
I wonder
If he himself has a story
This stark, this mystical man with the eyes of night
The pale face, the immaculate expression, the hair like silk-covered wire
He has
Taken so many forms
The tribal lord the glaring fox the nineteenth-century dandy
The cat with the fiery gaze and fur that rippled like strings of midnight beneath the clouds
He lives
Always in the back of my mind
Softly sifting piano fingers touching and shaping
A barrage of half-written stories and half-claimed ideas
He is
Not always good to me
My king, o my beautiful king of dreams
But every moment he creates makes him dearer to me
