Never ending dream

"Good night brother"
The dreamer told
"A fate of dreams is for me now."
As he closed his eyes for night
Swords and virtue through his dreams
knights and valor he dreamed of these

Oh dear brother when will it end
the blood of battle
the fear within
I hope of hero's young and old
yet I fear the pain and the untold

I wake up to tree's and light
my hopes
my dreams
yet told

A cry
a bow
my brother
my dream is at full hold

I pull my dagger
full and quick
to block the death inside of it.

A man in Iron black as black
the clank of metal
full and blow

I dropped my dagger on his strike
I cry and jump from the blow
I hear a clang as I do look
a arrow covered in blood and mold

I yelp with fear as I do see a girl walk out
arrow ready
covered in leather
hair like gold

"Who are you."
She smiled once
and offered her hand

Oh brother where am I now
this dream of battle
this dream of old
Oh brother where are you
your the fighter not I


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Translation in case I did this wrong, written in my story form, this will show and tell detail I did not bother with as well as make it possible that you understand the poem:

Two brothers lay down in their beds. "Good night brother." The little brother said to the older, The little brother sat up in his bed, his eyes drenched wondering if he was going to dream of that place again, of that war Barron world, "Am I fated to keep dreaming these things?" The little brother whispered, his older brother looked over with tired eyes before falling asleep. The little brother sighted as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As if like flash backs of his dreams before, he sees as he runs down the road of a great battle, men stabbed by their own family as they fight went on. The little brother feared he would be next as he ran along. He felt he needed a hero to protect him, he ducked as he ran down the road away from the knights hunting valer.

The little brother woke gasping as he looked around, he was under the trees, the sun just rising. 'am i still in the dream?' he thought as he lifted himself up, he knew he was in the dream, and part of him wanted to be, but this dream was almost not his own.

The little brother looked over as a arrow flew passed his head. He felt great fear but like all the other dreams of this world he could not wake up. Some other part of him telling him who did it.

The little brother pulls out his dagger that was hanging from his side as he looked at a man covered in jet black armor. The little brother blocked as the man swung down his sword pulling back up to do it again, the little brother held keeping hold of his dagger under such skilled swings.

On one of his swings the dagger went flying out of his hand and the little brother dived tot he side just barely avoiding being cleaved in half. The little brother covers his eyes feeling like he was going to cry, he covers his eyes and then there is the sound of metal hitting metal and he looks to see that a old rotten arrow was sticking out of the mans eye socket.

The little brother covers his eyes with fear as he sees a girl walking out of the trees with a bow and arrow set, here blond hair seemed to almost glow like gold, her leather padding seemed to be showing off her body more then covering it.

The little brother looked up trying to hid his staring as he asked her, "Who are you." She smiled and offered a hand to help him up.

The little brother stood their staring as he remembered how much of a sword fighting obsessive his big brother is, and thinking about why he is hear, where is his bother, the fighter, he is worthless here.

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Part two (this is the last that i bothered with, they are pre-made from a while back.)
enjoy verse two, caves of agerthat



Sweat and ice
stone and coal
I see visions yet told
I stair
then blink
then shake my head
"why am I here
and not in my bed"

The girl still stands there
as if at ease
staring at the dead rotting at the seams
"Who are you?"
I ask
She smiled yet again
"I am one of question
I am yet a lie"
she said as if a joke

I sight then stepped
then stepped again
to walk away from this place
my steps did narrow

as I walked the ground sways
from grass to stone
the path yet laid

I opened my eyes to the sky above
"The caves of agerthat?"
I heard her say
"Is there reason to come to such a place."
My mind seemed shaky
my steps yet swift
something was pulling
but not me

I broke into a run
blind as a bat
as I went into the caves of agerthat
the walls were close
the roof was high
the ground beneath me like the sky

I look behind me foolish I be
for I was hit as a turn came to me.

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Translation to story format (in case I messed up the poem) this is more detailed but has the same meaning as the poem.


The little brother held his head, feeling like he was half blacking out, images of himself sweating and ice around him, the walls looked like they were made of stone, and coal covered the ground. 'what is this....' The little brother shook his head, his sight going back to where he was, He sighted then said,
"Why am I in this place, I should still be in my bed."

The blond haired girl was sitting down on a stump crossed legged looking down with a smile at the body of the now dead man in black armor.
"Who are you?" The little brother asked, wondering if he was next to die. She smiled as if it was a simple joke and said,
"I am one of question, yet a lie." The little brother sighed, that was giving him more questions.

The little brother looked around him, then started walking a random way, 'better to move aimlessly then stay near the dead. He walked calmly for a few minutes then broke into a run.

The ground slowly turned from grass to stone. In a area without any paths, the little brother looked up seeing caves around him.

The blond girl was behind him and said,
"The Caves of Agerthat? Is there reason for you to come to such a place?" Those words flew swiftly through his ears and out the other side, the little brothers mind was getting blurry as he lost control of himself going into a mad dash into the cave. His head sigfting from left to right trying to will himself to stop, but he could not.

His own eyes not working. His feet stopped listening to him, everything was flashing by so fast, the stone walls, ground and ceiling all felt to closed as if it was getting smaller.

Out of wondering if he could take back control he tried to move his head, he looked back just as he slammed into the wall, knocked cold on the floor, the pain almost felt, real.