A Dreadful NightmareA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock Life... Can be way worse, and far more terrible, and painful... than any dream or nightmare... The night was, so dark...
And while I slept, Beautiful things, start... To fall apart. I was so... asleep, Way too deep, Insects and crawlers, creep... All over my feet. I try and stomp, the little buggers... But some run away, to the dump, Others went to get Hamburgers. These little things, are very... Carnivore... they made me, feel weary, They bite and fly, or crawl faster, but I will, Catch, crush, and smash, them all... For real! Smash them, against the floor, smash them, splatter them, against the wall. Spiders, centipedes, and other creeps... Flies, moths, bees, dragon flies, and wasps! Some have teeth, stings and wings, lay traps against, such do these things, other poor many, defenseless creatures... They are worse, than carrions, vultures. Vultures they may be, but have some feathers, They don't prey, on creatures alive, Not very noble... but a tiny bit better. Moths hated the Sun, so they tread a plot, so they could make a mock, eat all, forgot, there is a Rock! So the Sun set, way before His hour, And darkness came... the insects, insane, Felt strong, mighty, and proceed to devour, So many little birds and flowers... They plucked, their feathers,leafs and petals, Ate all the flesh, and all the polen, causing to so many, so many griefs... Certain treasures, in this world, not to be stolen! Rocks are slow... some times, take time to move, Rocks can be almost blind, for they have no eyes, Rocks can change color, when they lose love... Change to black for a Sun, and red for a Dove. Rocks can feel pain, for losing a kin, Or understandind the hurt, of a loved one, A new dawn arrived, with an old new Sun, And many stars cried, along with Sun and Moon. This nightmare, terrible was, to the Father... That loved that, long lost Sun, like no other, He fell to deep... how could I go back to sleep? Rocks move slow, at times, but they can crush, and reap! Beneath the dark sky, the Rock turned himself, into a golem, He run fast, and had wings to fly... Marked with magical sigils, that couldn't be stolen. The Rock started working, night and day... Protect some, and bring doom to others, In no mood to dismay, die, or hide under, the covers... In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Ghost, they will pay! He swore, sware, and bless with love, He spit and s**t, cast curses with a snare, He raised legions, of Angels from high above, What some of them did, was Deadly sin, WE don't care! Sorry but, we shall not, feel sorry! We had already, way too much, to worry! This is no longer, about music or poetry! It's about payback, revenge, real Justice, not glory! Way more, than cheap talk, and story!!! No need to pretend... I had a restless night... Woke up, couldn't see my "wife"! Fight against, the end of the light, Woke up! Wish it was a nightmare... But it was no, wicked dream, it was... real life! So very dirty... and completely obscene! © 2023 The_Ancient_RockAuthor's Note
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