The Inane DreamI'd never seen such great a forest,The Inane Dream by Savannah-Morris
As the one I saw with more or less
Shrills crawling down my frigid spine;
Guess we call it fear or too much wine.
In this place, I do not know,
Monsters lurk in every shadow.
The sense of fright ran over me,
While violins played dramatically.
I only wanted reality,
I think I got more actually.
The dreadful howlings, I feared see,
Came from behind the cherry tree.
Yet the scariest beast after me
Was the gigantic furry fairy,
She was hungry for she looked at me
And wanted to eat my whole body.
So I ran and ran into the dark
Hoping she wouldn't see and depart.
But she disappeared out of sight
And the forest was the only thing bright.
I did not really know what it meant,
But anyway, 'twas merely a dream with no intent.
Things of the NightThe dark fantasies during the night,Things of the Night by Savannah-Morris
Creatures, shadows and monsters of fright,
Overwhelm every children's room;
Imagination is at its bloom
While fairy tales scatter misfortune.
Calculating their every move,
Pixies, fairies and demons elude
Awaiting the right moment to play,
For evil is the real joy I'd say
In this forsaken world of dismay.
As the witches fly on their broomsticks,
Monsters under most beds lick their lips.
The sound of sharpened teeth squeak, echo
In children's rooms, ignoring their woe;
Reality here, seems less than foe.
When awakening from such dreams
They realize it was just a scream,
And go back into a deep sleep
Where peace is with much release
And fairies are still precious and sweet.
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