I was
feeling lost so I called for my dog,
What came to
greet me was a skeleton with white misted eyeballs,
It had no
tail and the corner of its mouth was bleeding,
It looked
like something straight out of Hades,
Not knowing
what to do, I fled from the scene,
I could hear
its clicking bones as it chased me to a ravine,
Here it was
clear that it’d be him or me,
I prayed it
would go away, but nobody heard my screams
And the dog
bore down on me, a demon of the dream,
It knocked
me down into the sand of the ravine
And I felt
its rancid breath on the edge of my tunic
I wished to
wake up, but alas it was too late,
For wake
though I did, the dog had followed me from the dream
The Bilge Master
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