"Entangled Transformation"

Oh how pretty. . .

a human is pleasantly,

oh so pleasantly dreaming.

Fresh prey awaits me.

Like a spider traversing,

webs of waking, forsaking,

I will get to you dreamer.

The path is tangled-

No! I am Nightmare.

I do not give up.

Why am I falling?

My form is changing, rearranging. . .

how can this be?

A breeze is refreshing,

I will float and only rest

my eyes for a little while.

Peace. . .sleep. . .dream. . .

good dreams. . .damn you-

Dreamcatcher.

Author's Note: One of my more recent poems. It's true to my poetic style (breathing life into abstract concepts). I've also been a slight insomniac as of late and interesting things inspire me late at , I mean early in the morning. Hope you enjoy! Please review.