The Dream

There was a man dying, his bedroom is his tomb,
For he is terminally ill, and can never leave his room,
No one comes to see him, nobody even calls,
The only company he has, is his murals on the walls.

When he stares at his murals, and passes out to sleep,
He is transported to those places, from space to a castle keep,
There are some good adventures, but some nasty places too,
He hasn't seen all of them, and sticks with just a few.

The detail of the paintings, are lifelike and so real,
It does bring the outside in, for him that's a big deal,
There is the world wars frozen in time, even a probe to Mars,
The zombie apocalypse with all the gore, even flying cars.

One day the man woke from a dream, his door was wide open,
Thinking that he could not run, he couldn't even hide,
Sitting at the end of his bed, was a robed pale faced man,
He turned to the man lying in bed, and suddenly began.

"You don't know who I am, I know, but I'm something you desire,
You see I'm not a mortal man, I'm what you call Vampire",
The stranger looked around the room, to see the pictures he had,
And then he saw the painting, the one that they call Vlad.

"I can save you life you know it's true, I can give you this prize,
And you will be free to walk this Earth, seeing through immortal eyes,
A chance like this doesn't come around, you can walk proud and tall",
But what about his escape, his room, with the pictures on the walls?

"What will you do when I am gone, to my murals painted here?"
"I intend to bring Vlad back to life, who will cover the Earth in fear",
The sick man thought about this trick, and said "I can't do that"
"I like the world the way it is, I like the way it's at".

The Vampire lunged at the man, and pinned him down in bed,
The Vampire's fangs extended down, and he turned the man's head,
The Night Crawler gave a hiss, it's the end now so it seemed,
The man struggled and struggled with all his might, as he woke up from his dream.