Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I dreamt last night of a ship. An Ocean Liner upon whose decks, the remnants of the malcontent shuffle and drag their disembodied limbs. Spirits who long to live always, remembered.
There is a pair, a trio if you count the woman. The one with the long, loose blonde curls who watches and will watch for eternity. The man with the axe and the boy, forever locked in what was never a battle.
The man is cloaked and dark like shadow with a hat pulled low over his face. He swings the axe always at the boy who crouches, surprised and cringing before the blade as it rains down on his head as the last thing he remembers the last thing he will ever know.
And there am I, caught inside the shadow man. Watching the axe fall and rise black with the blood of a spirit boy with tearful, terrified eyes.
I can't move, can't stop watching, feeling.