That is my dream.
Dawn is passingI must wake up
from this dream where
I am trapped like a pup.
The dream man has come
to take his prize
but he cannot have her
he can keep his lies.
The windows shatter
slicing her flesh with an invisible knife
she runs down the stairs
leaving me with her life.
He starts to follow
but I let out a scream
"I will kill you man!
That is my dream!"
He runs back up
and grabs for my throat
I'm up against the wall
my feet start to float.
My eyes dart around
checking for mirrors or an aid
to let him see the glint
of my sharpened blade.
Pulling it out
I slice with a flow
knowing that it
was not the final blow.
He laughed with a cackle
and let out a sigh
"Not quite" he said
however his end is nigh.
I yanked out my sword
from his ruined back
and chopped off his head
with a clean driven hack.
My mother was safe
her pursuer dead
I woke up just then
my body like lead.
Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-02-13 at 03:01
Tags Protector  Killing  Dreams 
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