Mortal Kombat
Is it a new kountry
In another reality
Than today’s?
Or have I been there
Before today was?
I awoke to an ordinary morning with golden light from the window.
But still remembered,
The dark-blue night
Above the coastline.
The crystalline lake in the moonlight.
The figure in the shadows,
Remembered other dreams
Of the same mortal kountry.
Twice I stood in victory
And followed the blood toward the source.
The seasons have changed
And the sound
And the time
And the people
But it is the same,
Familiar kountry that
I have grown fond of and
Been to.
So many times before.
