A Dream's Hiccup

A little white bird came to me 

And slowly sang the song of death;

It promised to set my soul free 

And I was ready to breathe my last breath.

I didn't talk much 

And accepted its generous offer;

I could feel its a gentle touch 

From today I'll not at all suffer.

The song was sweet and soothing 

Which made my body feel luxurious;

Like a baby, I was sleeping 

I guess the bird was king Morpheus.

An era passed 

And I could hear some bells ringing;

Water splashed, metals clashed 

I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling.

I was on my bed, wet with sweat 

Like a plate covering a hot tea cup; 

I could see the replica of my fate 

Nothing was changed just a dream's hiccup.