The dream crumbles with blood and sand.

The dream falls, the dream shatters.

Blood still rolls down his back when the guards throw him into his pen.

He weeps.

He weeps blood, sand and tears.

Her hand's warmth still lingers on his face. Her face still the image imprinted in his eyes.

He wants blood…he wants their blood.

She is gone. The thought makes tears stream faster.

He will gain freedom, he will reclaim the dream.

Blood and tears, pain and death….all are the path back to her, he knows this. And he embraces it.