GoldMageAce

In my dream, It's raining as my feet slap the muddy ground Outside the forested plains, sluggish and tired From trying to survive the night Without sleep. Overhead, crows cry as they fly from their fright, Escaping the horrors brought to life before my eyes; Whispers tossed about in my mind beseech me, Be not afraid, please be not afraid. I look up, thunderstruck as I see a flurry of feathers Barreling in a tumble rather than flapping to fly, Cascading through the rain, shades Of blue, silver, black, and jade. I rub my eyes from the sleep and shake myself from the cold, Yet closer is the flurry, until it stops and lets its grand

In my dream, I'm alone in a rainforest; It's morning, And sunlight filters through the canopy, A golden hue dominates the patches of ground, Dust rises through the air as rays Penetrate the loam: I'm alone, Yet I hear rustling in the trees above. I continue to walk, though I eye the canopy; The light flickers in and out around me, Until there, behind the trees in front, Near the mouth of a cave, I catch a flicker of light. Another step and I see, Previously hidden in the rays of light, A large strand of web, invisible in the dark, And behind it, walls of web, concealed; Entrenched within the strands are bones, Rotting flesh, some creatu

In my dream, I awake from my cabin to take the fresh air, And stroll down the hillside, looking hazily upon the forestry; It is springtime and all is well, The birds chime in a sing-song rhyme as I saunter by, The sunlight peeks on the mountainside; It is such an ambient light. Only steps down the slanted hillside, illuminated by the sun Are what seem to be beige boulders on a dirt-covered slope, Perhaps a rock slide or mud, yet There, in the mass of earth, is a molasses-colored eye Rising from it, masses of horn, Not unlike a ram. I stand statuesque, for emerging is a giant, hoofed beast Covered in dark-brown fur to blend with

In my dream, I walk desolated streets, Void of life for weeks, Devastated by unknown forces, I take pause as the silence slices the cityscape. Nevertheless, I walk rickety stairs in an old hotel, And step upon that old empty hall, On the fourth floor, And step into my old room. I used to peer outside the window at the city's lights, Which made me feel so safe; the people were alive, And so I looked out again, and though I saw people, They were the walking dead. A bass tune beat the window as I watched the corpses Fumble and twitch to the intoxicating song, Called to life by an unknown nature, A viral infestation or the law o

In my dream, I walk down an empty stretch of pavement, It is early in the morning, winter time, And I'm alone on a familiar college campus: Too early for much company to follow in my footsteps, Too early for the birds to chirp in the trees, And the cold winter air bites my face with the breeze. As my eyes wander not too far from my designated path, I notice a familiar phenomenon faintly in front, My own dark reflection, towering by the early light; Indeed does that shade look intimidating down there, My grayscale friend looks rather frightening at my front, A tall man with a crooked hunch; my opposite, as a runt, I continue to wa