Dreams are so conflicting
sometimes appealing, sometimes appalling.
A jovial dream slips into the inky darkness
My body trembled and my mind became restless.

A fantasy turned nightmare , was unforseen
Never imagined Morpheus to be so mean.
Those laughing faces turned blank and quiet
It was a sign of a long forgotten riot.

That nightmare now was a war field
Sword against skin that no Armor could shield ,
flames of death and...