The Gift Of Sleeping

• Artist: Mazra Des Airs
• Description: I don't know what I was thinking at the time. But I am kind of referring to the time when our clocks have ran dry. But I was really trying to point out that human are so great at destruction that they aren't worthy of such pleasures.
• Date: 11/13/2009
• Tags: dreaming gift

"Come away o' human child." quothe the Raven mounted atop the crest of the fallen.
"To the land where the angels weep."

To some, dreams are just mis-shapened thoughts. To me they are memories. A reality like no other.

In a war-torn world, lies the festering corpse of the human race. They were damned since the beginning. Crafted to only bring about such destruction to such a beautiful gift. Life as some call it. Or what those "some" used to call it, before the beginning of the end occured. Where you stand once stood a thriving metropolis. Now driven down to be nothing but dirt. Here where people are damned to face Death and his trusty companion, Afterlife, we sleep. We sleep to drift away of such tragedies we refuse to admit we have witnessed. Dreaming is the final gift you all are granted at the end of your time. Some sleep, never to recieve the pleasure of dreaming. To awaken another day. War is what humans are made for. Those who don't deserve the gift. Will never sleep to dream. But to awaken again. Humans aren't worthy of such pleasures.

And the final words of the Raven,"Now I sleep. to dream. Never to awaken. If you shall wake tomorrow. You are worth nothing. I bid thee farewell."

The Raven slept at peace, his conscious mind drifted away, to the land where dreams are born.