As I grow older dead horses
Cloud my dreams
Sight evades
Reality it seems fades
As when in youth
Tiny ponies pranced about
Drenched in sweat I cannot sleep
For in youth
Creatures creeping under my bed
From faerie tales Mom had read
All majestic a Ferris wheel
Just beyond a carousel
But my sight shadowed
for thoughts less delusional
Dead bodies lie in darkening shadows
Today the fear is less fictional
Wandering hills that move about
Insomnia paranoia for apparitions
Gone is the illusion of world order
An Mom is no longer there to awaken me
As surrounded in darkening shadows
I pass on to others the days of my youth
The servants of twilight beacon
Will the winds blow away Night Hawks
And again awake snakes crawling in morning mist
For dead horses lead me through another nightmare
an Angel hovers over my bed dead horses prance away