The Nightmare
I hear the roar of chariots
rumbling throughout the night
awakened from a sleep so deep
what I see gives me such fright
The weapons aimed at mankind
with symbols formed of colored lights
no human stands within their scope
their aim is dead to rights
My companions heart struck terror
has fallen there deceased
her husbands bones are crushed
but not from life released
The warriors outside assault the door
I have turned aside and fled
left the one thats broken
lying unconscious upon his bed
The signs are moving upon the air
they follow everywhere I run
their every touch upon a man
is a withered soul now done
From it's poison I keep running
I know to not look back
every living thing I've left behind
has died because of lack
Those who sought to help me
even these very ones have died
helped me make my escape
suffered death where they reside
I ran up a darkened mountain
fled into the nighted trees
there they gave me shelter
and from this terror frees
Thought I have about it's meaning
what insight lies within it's scope
humanity without protection
dying without any kind of hope
Here I found no answer
to evade or escape this dream
abruptly the spectre ended
nor found did I it's mean
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
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