#PoetryFriday - Avenger.

In my dreams, I am an avenger.
I become the wrath and force
of almighty gods.
I slay evildoers
with a broadsword.
I roam the countryside,
seeking justice for the weak,
and punishment for those who do wrong.
Sometimes, the buildings are convoluted,
and the stairways go on forever.
I exit a door to a field of grass.
I walk and walk,
until another door appears.
When I enter,
the rooms are large and crowded,
and the noise rises
in a crescendo of cacophonous fury.
The world lays at my feet,
and I survey the throngs
of worshipers,
who ask me to slay their dragons.
When I awake,
I am amazed
at the softness of the sheets,
and the morning light
that greets me,
through the vinyl blinds
that cost $3.99
at the mall.