Deliverance

Each day as the night falls and I lay my head on the lap of sleep to rest, Someone sneaks in through the backdoor of my mind and lights up myriad candles of a disconcertingly recurring dream. Holding my hand with an angelic softness It leads me on a meandering grassy trail across lush meadows through the fields of flowers past verdant woods and valleys onto a dusty sun-baked path engulfed in a shimmering haze of heat and dust to an abandoned stable that sits silently and forlorn in the searing midday sun amid a windswept wasteland. There it makes me sit on a sacrificial altar, Puts on my head a crown of thorns and hands me a burning cross. ~"Hallucination" contest by Brenden J Simons. "Dreams" contest by rob carmack