"Crystal Dreams"

Crystal sleeper, silent, empty

With a silent empty stare

Crystal sleeper cannot hear you

Crystal sleeper would not care

Here he stands in halls of glory

Hollowed out so long ago

Ancient ruins fall and crumble

All around; he'll never know

Crystal dreamer sees but blackness

If indeed he sees at all

Crystal dreamer still glows violet

Propped against his crumbling wall

Long ago, the living walked here

Then left their corpses here to rot

Long ago, the bodies withered

Left him here, alone, forgot

No-one's eyes will ever see

His lonely light that faintly gleams

A crystal soul that's lost forever

Crystal sleeper, pleasant dreams.

There are literally ten drafts of this poem-- and none of them have a bloody thing in common. So I decided this was my favorite.