Dreams

Somewhere between awake and asleep

            Evil demons softly creep

Starry sky from down below

            Through the minefield we must go

White bear dances secret places

            Anguished looks upon their faces

Hideous pounding running far

            Sacrifice in the jar

Living free and dying young

            Far away places it is flung

Owls do cry from the door

            Anger explodes upon the moor

Tattered and torn from the sin

            Seeds of doubt do slide in

Softly, softly it does call

            Stepping close prepare the fall

Sinking slowly to the ground

            Watchful eyes look around

Terror, terror from below

            Onto shadows it does flow

Slithering softly on the ground

            Waiting patiently 'til it's found

Awakes abruptly from its hold

            Sweating, shaking oh so cold