Someone else’s dream

        Someone else’s             dream.

  Last night I fallowed someone else’s dream, she was a beautiful creature that was nothing more than a pair of wings. She took me to a far far land across the cosmos to the place of broken promises and all our forgotten things.
  In that world of fabricated lies and far fetched stories, there lives a ugly queen who’s only truth of her demise, was she was but a spoof. Her king was a gnarled figure cast not of silver plate, but rather of the rotted kind of those things they all hate.
  And I noted as I surveyed this kingdom that the waters flowed up hill, and of all that drank her poison, eat a bitter pill. And the golden cow upon their plate, impossible to eat, as just the vary taste was sure to cause a shrill.
  As we returned from our flight that night, I pondered the thoughts I fight, of someone’s nightmarish dream as the way it seems. And when I return to my own bed, and I awoke to someone else’s dreams.

By GWRoggenbuck