A prayer poem for Grima, about Eowyn. For Jamie.

Deal me dreams in my slumber,
oh sandman,
ellude my reality with masks of senality.
Bequeath to me your weavers of wonders,
and lie to me with promises
of snow white flesh,
of frost and snow,
of light and honor.
Deny me not my greatest desire
for only in your realm am I equal to the
lonely reality of hers.