Last night I had a most disturbing dream,
One which had an insidious theme.
I still felt its presence when I awoke,
Feeling once more an odd lack of esteem.
I dreamed I was lying beside a stream,
Watching women of beauty supreme,
Their long hair dark, their bodies creamy smooth,
Bathing in the silver glow of moonbeams.
Nothing in Dreamland is the way it seems,
So I suspected some evil scheme -
Possibly a smouldering rivalry
Would drive one woman to tragic extremes.
As I was watching, I heard someone scream,
Near me a voice began to blaspheme,
And I felt a knife plunge into my heart,
For I was slain by the Isis regime.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2019
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