Nightmare

NIGHTMARE

You make me happy when the skies are gray

Were the last lines of your lullaby.

But this time everything felt so dreary,

Like a choking space with clumpy air - proof of my existence.

There I laid beside dark creepy creatures,

And huge treacherous beasts with shiny fangs.

My eyes hovered, scouting for an escape route,

How I got here, a mystery no one could explain.

I tried asking for aid but splutter gibberish,

I guess I drowned in some sort of oblivion.

And then the darkness kept getting gloomy,

With an intense furnace on one side of the meadow.

The smell of dread and danger I could perceive,

With the hush around the pasture getting even more creepy.

But as the creatures heralded the arrival of the executioner,

The rooster finally crowed to signify the morning.

I rose.

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