Reaper's Dance Written by Nickolaus A. Pacione

It came to the time; that I would write a recollection of the dream that I had the night before. The nature that would be in the writings in the dream was that of an arcane nature because of when they appeared to be something out of the period of ancient Egypt or one of those times. The thoughts that would be there would be that of a dark paranoia because of the climate was that which left my throat dryer than hell but there was no water around to drink.    It says that the imagination is a thing that plays tricks on the soul but as I would write this there would be things that would be there that should not be written. It would be that of a dark shape -- it would be looking back at me; as a shadow that would look on from the desert of snow and winds blowing from the cold winds casting their presence upon the shadows. The words that would be concieved of the dream would be something that would not be able to fully described in the written words but as I would write further of the dream; I would see that I would be standing in a cemetery -- one that was similar to the one in Bachelor's Grove but when it was still being used as a cemetery. It is the slender that would be cast from the light of the waning moon; looking up to the black blanket which is the night, I would see that it would be of which that would be in the nightmares of one who would not understand that would be alone in their mind. Paranoia. A word that says so much with just one word as well as the ones within the horror that would not be found in the eyes of those that cannot see it for what it is.     Two years ago now since I had been placed in the hospital -- from the thoughts that would haunt me from inside waiting for them that which they wanted to be written. Looking inside of the darker thoughts that would be of the mind -- the thoughts that would be of the God of the mind. The dreams that would be documented were those reflecting the inquistional horror which sits at the back of the mind -- looking as one would be not dead but dreaming. Damnation. Looking from the thoughts that would be inside waiting to be written -- those saying that if one would be writing them, those written would say that what is done is a sin.     It is from the dreams that the reaper would dance -- that he would see that who is still alive from those who had passed on. For those who slept would see the face of the reaper -- they would see that if they were not to wake up from their dreams; the time would be to follow him -- not to fear the reaper. The horror that would be inside; the fear which looks at them from inside -- the thoughts that would be in the dreams from the jester's sleep. Of which one is looking from the darkness; the words that are beyond description -- the horror that would be inside the words which are waiting for to be written. From the silence one can see the winds blowing to the Reaper's dance, a dance that is performed to the winter's siren.     Of many racing thoughts; looking inside of what is not meant to be written of the dreams -- those that are shown how the Gods kill. Can the one tell of the name of the reaper -- the reaper which dances among the dreams along the Plutonic shores. Can we see the words written among the deities? Condemnations -- is it in the silent revelation which looks upon the eyes closed while they are asleep and dreaming? It is in the shadowed thoughts within the dreams; and of those looking from the astral plane. Revelations. It would be in the hallowed dreams that would be looking from the valley of the shadows -- the words that would be inside, looking. It is the horror that would be written are of those which are left unspoken -- leaving the horrors from which are inside would be the revelations that would be left inside; documented in the mind.     That would be inside waiting for itself to be written; looking inside as they would watch the reaper's dance. Of I who am the one writing the details of the dream, the thoughts that would be inside waiting for those to communicate with the dead -- writings from inside of the dream would be of those that are trying to speak with us among the living. That it would be inside of someone's own insanity that would be inside of the mind of another person's dream which torments them as they would close their eyes and fall asleep.    Loneliness; that would be inside of their minds -- that would be looking on as they would sleep; from the winds brushing across their face as the revelations that would forshadow their horrors would be -- that would be among them in the dance of the reaper. Looking inside from they cannot hide from the shadows (looking from the fears looking down from the southern cross.) It is from the words that they molest and manipulate -- they are the ones that are standing before their maker -- naked and castrated before they begin the raping again. From where they are standing -- they can hear the pastoral poet on the corners of their mind; saying that they have to repent of their sins only to realize they have so many sights to be shown.    Emptiness. Emptiness that would be inside when they would fall alseep and awaken from the nightmare that would not let them awaken. The horrors that would be the reflection of their shadows would be the thoughts that would be of the Plutonic Shores; that would be among them look on by the Shades of Hades.