Crimson wings and crooked teeth

Crimson wings and crooked teeth

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
"

still stalking dragons

"
She dreamed
of dancing
and laughing
in burnt satin
and tulle
deep into the
treacherous night.

She dreamed
of the moon's
howling anger
clothed the wolves
in lamb's wool,
herding them
to the dragon's keep.

She dreamed
of slithering things
gathering underneath
Lacrimal ducts
letting deception
hidden by
reptilian smiles.

She dreamed
of crimson wings
and crooked teeth,
death under blankets
of false twinkly stars
tainted with evil;
a pox on her soul.

                She woke up.

 



© 2017 Lyn Anderson


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Kl, if your poem was reality, I would be freaking out, every night, I try to get sleep. Bad enough, I have my own flashbacks and night terrors, to deal with, but this, tops everything, I must deal with. Am hoping, by writing about this, you are excising the darkness from yourself, once and for all.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Excising demons indeed. Thank you.
therisa

9 Years Ago

Your welcome, KL.
A really dark write ....that's one evil and intense dream..well done

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thanks. Every once in a while I go into a world that's got a little Clive Barker and Stephen King in.. read more
I really like the fantastical dark imagery of this piece. The way you've presented it takes us into the dream.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your ever thoughtful reviews. I am so glad to have made your acquaintance.:)
MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.

And, oh, my. Thank you so much. I'm honored.
Oh love this! Lucid dreaming as it comes to me, of a dance of satisfaction adorned by the ocassion, the reflection of disatisfaction clocked under a guise, of them things that drag you down were no lofty dream seems to be allowed. As she gets close to concious then the act reveal as the lasr image of something that must die in order to continue.

What dreams are made of

Thankyou

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you Rene. The dreams still haunt me.
Ooo...methinks you wrote this one a little late. It would have been perfect for Halloween. I gotta say, my favorite part was the title drop. :) A very creepy piece you have here.

Awesome.

-Cara

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I love the title drop as do you. I guess my life is just creepy? :)
Caradoc

10 Years Ago

Nightmares often are, no?
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Yes, they are. Been afflicted since I was a kid, some stressful times are worse than others.

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