The Dreams Dreamt

still immersed
in his eternal dreams,
he,
unfortunately,
had lost much
out of sight.
Time flew,
the dreams dreamt,
he awoke,
back,
into the stream.
But his dreams
kept the world hidden,
dreaming,
his creation,
swallowed.
Unthinkable evil,
the roughest kind,
no hero ready.
Swallowed in his dreams,
he awoke almost too late.
Facing evil just in time.
But in his immeasurable wisdom,
he had understood.
His absence,
had been long awaited.
With sadness,
and unspeakable grief,
he made a decision,
doubt,
there was none.
Like those before it,
the fate of this world,
had now also passed.
He stood still,
and thought deeply.
The world put into a deep sleep.
Maybe,
one day,
it can awaken again.
His people were not sad,
his people were not angry,
time had flown,
his people,
were lost.