The boy, Jim, walks slowly down
The crowded sidewalk; throngs of people
Moving, flowing, in one direction or the other.
Important people, busy people, and
Nobodies, who wish to be somebody.
(To be anybody) Depressing.
Jim sighs and looked to the greatest twins of his time.
“Look at them” he thought, “they’re like stairs;
Metal stairs that lead up to the stars.
One day I’m gonna climb them.” He thought again.
Once more he sighs, but he finds a nearby bench
And seeing it as “good enough” he lays down to sleep.
The last thing he thought is “Are those birds
Two very large, white birds. Getting closer…and closer
…And closer still.
He was…dreaming?
“What an unusual dream this is,” he murmured, but still the dream persisted.
Gaining more and more detail.
People yelling, some screaming,
Silver snow raining from somewhere high above,
Sirens, smoke, and a most unusual sound
(Or more accurately sounds,
Going “Thunk. Thump. Thud.”
Then he “dreams” of flames.
Flames and smoke.
All coming from two very large platinum candles.
Then, they both suddenly melt; like a domino effect.
One crashes into the other, but that sounds like…metal?
Suddenly, a wide-eyed boy awakens and sees a terrifying sight.
(His worst nightmare)
He wets himself,
But doesn’t notice because he’s screaming.
And screaming and screaming…. Then everything goes black.