Beautiful Nightmare

Dreams images change…
The little girl which smelled the flower…is now the skeleton who burns the roses…
…giggles still heard from the jaw…her jaw.

Faeries that dance with each other…now are washed in blood…torn off wings
…chatters still heard…they talk of murder.

Beautiful birds that soar and sing…are now pinned by knives to black gates
…there songs…now the creaking of the coal colored metal.

Swings that sway with lover on them…now are swung by black winged demons
…the bodies of the lovers dance as they hang from a tree.

Grass that grows with flowers painted on them…now brown…flowers replaced
…by bones…and hearts of others.

I, which frowned at my wretched dream…now smile and welcome you, to my beautiful…nightmare.