Disclaimer: I don't own the Sandman title or characters, those belong to Neil Gaiman and DC comics.

THE DEATH OF MORPHEUS

I close my eyes and wait

To feel the press

Of his cold, moist lips

Against my skin.

I open up the doors

Of my uninhibited mind

And eagerly welcome

My dream-lover in.

My limbs become tangled

In my sweat-stained sheets

As I reach for my lover

Who is unapologetically heartless.

His hair is a jungle;

His flesh is like stone.

His eyes are two pools

Of impenetrable darkness.

He comes to me nightly,

Invades my mind

And grants me glorious visions

Of passionate endeavors.

He always seems at a distance,

Removed from the scene,

But somehow this reserve

Only heightens my pleasure.

But tonight as I sleep

And yearn for his presence,

And call for him to join me

Here in my bed,

He heeds not my cries

And I am rewarded

With nothing but emptiness

And frustration instead.

Where is my lover,

My weaver of dreams,

The one who could set

My heart to beating?

Has he abandoned me now,

Leaving my body to ache

With the knowledge that his touch

Was painfully fleeting?

Night after night

I await his return,

Hoping he'll bless me

With his kiss once again.

But he never comes,

And I'll have to accept

That my dream-time affair

Has come to an end.