Capturer of Nightmares

Dream catcher, a

Macrame of white,

cream grey and turquoise

Woven intricately to trap

Unwelcome crawlers,

Hung...

Over my nest.

My eyes travelled it's halo

Stringing faith into

It's pattern

They haunt me or else

I plead in angst.

Night creeped

With it, sluggishness prowled

Proud and noble.

I drifted in my burrow

On spongy feathers

To clouds and rain,

To grass with dewdrops,

To caves and rivers.

But then, they came.

Dark and stormy

On steel steeds with knives

Cold hands holding me tight

Slicing at my flesh ,

Raw and tender...

I scream in supplication

At the catcher of fantasies

You need to, have to...

Why then? Why then!