Dreams of Dusk
By StormDrake

Poetry
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A single bubble on a sleeper's eye,
So fragile is the touch of whispered dreams
That pull me down amongst nocturnal screams
And serpents writhing in a shadowed sky.
My body twisted, pulled in different ways,
My arms transformed to wings, my fingers thin,
And thick from wrist to foot a sheet of skin,
Large ears to heat replace my fading gaze.
I flutter free from tendrils grasping tight
To free my body furred from leaden sleep
And leave this land of dreams and things that creep.
I long for lands of dusk and moonlit night,
I long to wing to forests far away,
A bat my night, but human form at day.

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