Series 1; Interlude: Darren's Poem

Darren and Darleen were Dreamers, they were, 

married, they were loving and true.

But the dream would end, and things would change,

just as they always do.

Darling Darleen died,

and Darren Dreamer cried,

and he stopped coming into work.

Darren now alone,

stayed at his home,

with not friends but his son, named Dirk.

Darren would paint, only living

to feel.

To drown the pain, of scars that won't heal.

But he would soon gaze, at one but the same,

 Sharing the pain, 'neath a different name.

 

T'was he whose heart tore,

As one Cassandra cried,

Emulating the pain of when

his darling Darleen died.

Losing her mother,

like him, she was sad,

like him, not her father,

she didn't turn bad.

But Cass' wouldn't return
his silent call.
She would not return

anything at all.

So by now Darren Dreamer,
had become quite enraged,
to learn that Cassandra and Don were engaged. 

He struggled to comprehend
what she would intend

by becoming Don Lothario's wife

She wasn't his love, or the

light of his life.

To him, just a means, not an end.

Now Darren was sad,

for now his son had got,

something that he himself did not.

 

Someone that he,

can call his own,

even if she looked 

like a bleached old bone.

He meant not complain and,

he meant not to preach,

but he know he spoke this way.

 Frustrated inside

he had nowhere to hide

just as she did every day.

He dreamed that one day, he would find her alone

And she would come out to say hi,

Happy, he would be, for all along he had known

That maybe he could get you to try.

But now he is sad, since that dream was a lie,

and his dreams were all he went by. 

So what will remain

for the artist's pain,

when he wakes up at night with a sigh?

Cassandra, you know not 

how it must feel,

to see you with one,
who loves to steal:

every heart for one has cared

and every meal they could have shared.

Only Darren knows,

Exactly how you feel.

 Winded by this world of steel.

But maybe sometime,

perhaps next week -

when he finds you after 
hide and seek,

She will have learned just how he would feel,

'bout you taking his hand, and escaping the real.

 But 'til then, folks, it would seem, 'tween you and me,

nothing more than just a dream, that is she.

-D. Dreamer