Momma, I just had a terrible nightmare.
The ditch contains snakes, long and slithery in their serpant coat.
They feast upon young blonde innocents , blue in their shiny pearls.
In the corner you’ll find their den; pictures of green mystique they had painted all over their walls; as I look closer, they turn to leaves.
Summer drained as ashes transform winter
Did you know the stars exist to unlock the secrets of the ancient worlds? Glimmering and subconcious like a great shaman snug in his practice.
Wait, I hear another cry, but what may she be bothered by?
I watch as she pulls a dark blanket over her head.
“In shadows!” She cries
Dark mysterious figures emerge, one like a fish, the other a lizard; both slimy and scaly in their unique presence.
I turn to her and shout, “Wait a minute!”
she slithers off.
