I had forgotten just how much I love fantasy. the Idea that a whole world can exist inside and outside our dreams is a concept i’ve always enjoyed. this is a small homage to the people and creatures that make it all possible. to goblins and vampires, ghouls and things hiding under the bed. Thank you.
On an empty road you’ll see a girl
who never has to dream.
She spends each hour wide awake,
her jet black eyes agleam
Down by the bridge you’ll see a man
whose wings are open wide.
His feathers ripple in the breeze
that over them does glide.
On busy streets, with sultry stealth
the wily woman prowls.
Her cat like tail is twitching now
and in the dark she growls.
A little boy sits on a swing
laughing with delight.
A halo floats above his head
and shimmers in the night.
A church bell rings to let all know
that dawn is nearly here.
But no one sees the bell ringer
whose nightly chimes we hear.
And as you wake and rouse yourself,
these things will slip away.
for they must journey through the night
while you walk through the day.