She Dies

She dies each and every night
Ruminant eyes turn inside
Scorch and burn, white
Light of a million neurons
She spies daddy and mommy
and brother,
Sees pallid ghosts of others
The past tense relives her
of urgency.

And she sees it all through
maddening slow burn memory,
Such a tease, her soul seeking
an indulgence, for she relives
Herself in past tense.

She re-lives the very knell
That seeks her death sentence.
The moon burns her with silver cold
Deathly grim, ghastly bold.
She dies in a faint sheen, at sweet starlight
Merciless its potent scream,
Unattainable her mutant dream.

She dies a thousand years inside
Resurrects in future. A seer blind.
Knowing nothing. Keeping nothing.
Here walls belong to each other.
Hugging corners of paltry
Rooms of dominions.
They house her, encage her, engage her.
Never home her.

She cries like a silenced nether beast
Dumb and dumbed down, tethered
Every day, to duty’s life sentence.
mute and muted vitals, numbed,
Deafened by indifference.

She relives herself, again and again
Smouldering in angry past tense.
Wondering, “If only I had wandered
Beyond safe rooms into someone else's
Dream, become the gate crasher
Who is finally seen?”

Wrong dream, and “O stalker, you."
Pronounced instant verdict, but
If righteous true, lead on lady
Your dream coat is in season
Prince Charming is ready and waiting
To pluck his fabled fabulous kiss
To awaken you.

Who is he?
The band orchestrates:
“Why! He is the conductor
waving his prurient baton
Over your head.
No. Necrophiliac romancer,
Dream controlling puppeteer.
I have been there. Done with that
Marionetting.

So fold up Aladdin’s carpet.
Gather Ali Baba’s sesame seeds
A chiliad Arabian nights would
Not be the theme I need.
Fairy tale magic beans, not my
Mise en scene so Jack
Giant slayer, get back please.

This circus leaves my town
Tonight, I am alone, in a chrysalis
In a cocoon, death comes wooing,
Becomes me. Such beguiling dreams
deceive even darkness, mocks misery.

She dies in supra green night vision sight.
Her glazed mind's frayed eyelids shut tight.
In the morning, what a dalliance
A sun lit soft sweet alliance.
A laugh line, a crow's foot
A lurid jackdaw semi wrinkle
Announces yet another battle
lost. A jaded smile, a tired toast,
A smile that flickers on and off,
To the ghost of resurrected war.
To the host of love found and lost.