In A Nightmare

In a nightmare,
I’m looking at the stars.
I’m seeing them there,
as they are
but then they vanish,
wiped out, dead.


Cold black sky,
no stars
I’m alone and I can't see
colours faded, darkness around:
stars are gone,


Fire splits the sky,
stolen from the stars,
beauty turned around,
Pain from Healing,
Terror from Calm,
Death from Life.


Nightmare from Dream.

The End

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