The Hectic Dream

The moon took flight,
The stars did dance,
And did masquerade across the sky,
And I closed my eyes.

Sleeping so fondly,
So softly and quickly,
I dreamt of a production that frightened my spirit.
Beside me was the man I last loved,

He placed his arm around me firm and tapped his fingers impatiently.
Leaning towards him,
I could not smell him,
He held no warmth no longer…

Upon escaping the haunted theater,
I dreamt of tall ivory house at the end of a river,
I was running from my family, and swam in the river
And through several odd wooden structures created to keep me near to shore.

Near the house, I was under attack,
By soulless men and lifeless corpses,
In painted boats that held barely one,
A man reached out his hand to save me.

We barely escaped inside the boat,
Before a blonde sorceress pulled me into the deep.
I had had enough of this hectic dream,
I pulled myself awake in the dream, and choked her,
Until her skin was gray and her mouth agape.

Swimming up to the surface,
Hiding in the house from her soulless servants,
I escaped through a hidden door,
And never saw that horrid place again.

Awakening from sleep long last,
I realize the sorceress was my mother.
Her death in the dream means a new start for me,
A chance to escape,
A chance to be free.
But it can only be done by me.