’The Dream is collapsing’

by M. N. G. Einstein∗

4. April, 2014

Un part de suite ’Le Chevalier Noir’, un idée dans ’Les fleurs du mal’de Charles Baudelaire.

In remeberence of ’Le Roi’ Geoffrey Chaucer and ’The CanterburyTales’.

∗Any usage is only allowed with my full name and my written agreement. The pdf is free to/for share!

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The Dream is Collapsing -

To understand the onomatopoesie better, follow this link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imamcajBEJs

Growing up under such miserable circumstances, you learn only one thing:

The Dream is Collapsing

Dam-tam-tamaa-ting-ting-ting-tam-ting-ting-täng-täng . . .

Rushing through the black night,suddenly, I heard so very bright,a bell ringing, like a sign from the past,it struck me terrifying in my shadow cast.

. . . täng-täng-tingating-ting-ting-täng-täng-tam-tam-ting . . .

Although it was only a single stroke,in the starting fall, I completely broke,while the sound felt as a death−knell to my heart,it was just life, the beginning of the worst part.

. . . täng-täng-ching-ching-tingating-tam-ting-ting-täng . . .

When a shrill cry placed itself to the echo in the air,the fall started to accelerate and I began to despair,while it rang crude out in the night,I felt a numbing pain, in my sight.

. . . ching-dam-ting-ting-täng-täng-chäng-ting-ting-tam-tam . . .

The fear−shriek sounded ghastly dreadful,making the very existence, more painful,it rent the dark, like thunder−lightning the dead silence,becoming a high enchantment of surpassing excellence,for horror, for terror, for all that life has to offer so devilishly,engulfing us with false promises, which we believe foolishly!

. . . dram-ching-chäng-tingating-täng-täng-ching-chäng . . .

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. . . tim-tim-tam-ching-chang-chang-da-da-dahhhhh-da-da-da . . .

The dream is collapsing,in vain the mind is lapsing,a tearing creak, a slithering split, filled with poisonous draughts,like slender veins of silver−gold, running through all the thoughts.

. . . dam-da-da-da-da-dam-da-da-dam-dah-dam-dam-da-da-dah . . .

The dream is collapsing,in vain life is elapsing,the shrill demented choir of pierced hearts,is top of all the sweet and beautiful charts.

. . . dt-dt-dam-dam-dt-dt-dam-dam-dt-dt-dam-dam-dt-dt-dam . . .

The dream is collapsing,in vain our hopes are lapsing,the bittersweet mead for the soul, called dream,is stilled, like every other golden or silverstream.

. . . damm-da-da-da-da-damm-da-da-dam-drah-dam-dam-da-da . . .

The dream is collapsing,in vain our wishes are elapsing,the hour of shadow, into which we slipped and slithered,leaving the mind broken, every thought gone, withered.

. . . da-da-da-da-dt. . . dt . . . dt. . . . . . - damm-daa-damm-daa-dam . . .

The dream is collapsing,in vain our souls are lapsing,which have been for far too long wickedly tormented,their shattered flakes, forever stay horribly demented.

. . . damm-da-damm-da-damm-da-damm-da-damm-da-damm-da . . .

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. . . dt-dt-damm-da-damm-da-dt-dt-damm-da-dt-dt-damm-da-dt-dt . . .

All the hopes and dreams that we had,are gone, leaving us in darkness bad,our hearts burned forever to black ashes,all the dreams that we had, life smashes!

. . . damm-da-damm-da-damm-dah-damm-da-damm-da-damm-da.

If we shadowes haue offended,Thinke but this (and all is mended)That you haue but slumbred heere,While these Visions did appeare.And this weake and idle theame,No more yeelding but a dreame,Gentles, doe not reprehend.If you pardon, we will mend.

William Shakespeare − A Midsummer Night’s Dream

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