Nightmare In a Transient Tryst

I awoke in shock from a nightmare That flew me to Eden Riding in glory a martyr mare That metamorphosed my dreams in Sweden. Little did I appreciate The next morning the message depth I gleaned from the nightmare that did ingratiate Itself from my mind as traces shook my faith. I awoke promptly, knelt down Called Jesus in my prayer As in pain I struck my eiderdown In the wake of trials from a faith slayer. The next morning shaken into disbelief I consulted my parish priest Who in high esteem held my belief Despite indiscretions in my transient tryst.