Honeycake

There was a shared dream,
Of a life spent dreaming,
And a dream spent living.

Of lazy days in the sun
With your scales on mine
With my claws in thine.

But the dream was not to be.
And though all things come to an end,
The two of us would not bend.

The fates would throw us apart,
Like stones ground to sands.
Instead we took our fate into our own hands.

But perhaps, in death,
We could not be torn apart,
If none knew where one would end and another start.

So the dream became a nightmare
Of melting flesh and boiling skin
Liquefying, tearing, blistering.

But in the nightmare we were reborn
With you as me and me as you
And despite it all we both knew:

A nightmare to one is a dream to some,
And no more loving could the sunlight shine
Than in your blood red sorrowful eyes.