And each jagged rock would draw some more
As they eased their way into his every step,
Until they’d take all his blood away.
Wounded flesh is dead to a sore mind.
He knew the end was not too far
And his prayers would be answered good.
With its great iron gate dwarfing the sky
And walls of black stone capturing the moon.
His prayers would be answered tonight.
He mouthed a prayer to appease the lord
And looking to the heavens, he said out loud,
“This is my wish. Just let it be!”
The ink was torn by battling clouds
Waters froze and the wind howled.
The dying man took shelter and he smiled.
Now glistening in the moon, red, with blood
Fresh wounds were made and now there was pain–
To the fulfilled mind, every pin a sword.
Once his dream, was now for real
He knew he needed nothing else in life.
That was the day the Wish-giver smiled.
A granted wish changes the world we know
In such a way we cannot yet perceive
Until we no longer want the change.