Woke up at 3am last night-
thirsty throat,numb tongue,sweaty palms.
My ears heard a deep silence through
Night's beautiful black gown,
Didn't even feel the usual luring whispers!
My precious wings were cut off;
Felt something like an axe
Near the edge of my bed's eternity.
Then a lake of blood started growing
From my moasic floor with a rotten smell
Filling every corner of the room!
Frayed night lamp tried it's best,
But couldn't help- found my trusted specs
With the tip of dry scaled fingers.
Then saw my very own...