Spirit Woken

I beheld a dream last night,
There blew a relentless storm,
The view was blurred in my sight,
The smell was out of the norm.
With an adventurous glide,
I tried to see clearly,
The mystery that wants to hide,
In the stupor queerly.
With a stinging deja vu,
I pushed back to understand,
My senses dug deep into,
The heart of this unknown land.
Tense instinct soon let me know,
In these depths lurks a great foe,
I grabbed onto my last chance,
To get into fighting stance.
My venture then met its end,
As if there I never went,
Though the dream faded away,
My spirit woken remained.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This dream of yours had me balancing on the precipice of hell. What a scary place to find yourself. You realized the danger and pulled back. You recognized the foe and you woke up at the right moment. Felt the tension here. Enjoes the read.

Chris

[Archishman Rick]

That had been quite the dream indeed, whew! Thank you so much for your empathetic review. But who knows what might've happened if I did engage this foe before it ended. Perhaps I got lucky, or maybe even they did haha. If deja vu hits and I encounter him again, I'll be sure to fight in the right spirit and honourably. Or would you suggest I instead offer him to sit and chill with dreamland drinks?
Cheers

[Chris Shaw]

You have to show the foe that light wins over dark and love over hate. Give him a hug. He’ll probably die from shock 😄

[Archishman Rick]

Haha, yup, that's better 😄 Love over hate. Thanks