STRANGE DREAM

I glide in dream through musky sky and golden stream like winged birds , in a space ,devoid of words. a golden bull amidst lush grass, adorned with gems and silvery brass, graze in a snowy meadow, among a herd of buffaloes. came a roar, from afar, and rose a snake, from the lake. I stood in daze, when like a maze, the land cracked open. and smoke covered the sun. up rose a cry, which torments my soul. stood in sky an army of ghoul, of dragons and monsters. a legion of terror I see. I turned toward their slithery master. whose eyes were upon me as it gobbled down the bull supreme. I glide in a strange dream.