Friday, 5 March 2010
01:34:13 AM (GMT)
Here, I am lying in an unaccountable dream
Where things are oftentimes not as they seem.
There are mystical creatures that parade in my head
Those that are living, and those that are dead.
Here, inside my mythological nightmare
I bet my existence goes unaware.
Forgotten in time, and lost in a dimension.
My mind dulls with panic of this new apprehension.
While my mind is dull with the anxiety
My heart is filled with excitement and devilry.
Such mischief, I encounter, it was such a beautiful trick.
So beautiful, and cunning, it almost made me sick.
‘Tis only a dream, I mutter and whisper.
‘Tis only a dream, I try to infer.
But these whispers and murmurs go unheard
For love for mischief, I pursue adventure.
I wander the high mountains and find snow and magic.
With this happy tale of tales, I also find tragic.
Many are dead, creatures day and night.
And I come to realize ‘tis dream an awful plight.
From darkness of shadows ascends an angry soul.
It’s angry, no doubt, for I hear it’s low growl.
It’s a beast, I shout, or a ghost, or the dead!
For all I know, it’s all in my head.
But the growl is too real, for a dream or even nightmares.
It takes a shape of a shark, and the body of a bear.
Its teeth glow bright with a glint and a sharp point.
Its knees are bent forward like a lizard’s at the joint.
I could not describe in words what animal was this.
But I tell you when God created it He’d been ruthless
Such an angry beast that had empty mellow eyes
That when I saw it I had wished I could die.
This dream I’d encountered was no dream of pleasures or love.
It was meant to be the worst thing you could ever think of.
A dream of nightmares, of sorrow , of sadness, and woe.
In short, it was the worst place Man could ever go.