Twisted Awakening

I watch the golden butterfly
drifting far away.
I hear the fairies whisper
and wonder what they say.

I walk down by the brook
and see a busy gnome.
I want to follow the goblins
to see where they call home.

I pick a dozen daisies in a
field by the stream.
I lay among the honeysuckle
and drift off to dream.

I am awakened by a clap of
thunder and a flash of light.
The day has broken into a
dark and stormy night.

I run through the field and
pass the peaceful brook.
But somewhere along the way
a wrong turn I must have took.

I don't see the butterfly and
I hear the fairies cry.
I watch in horror as the busy
gnome lays down to die.

The goblins have come out
and they do a demon dance.
Fire shoots from their eyes
with every hateful glance.

I run away from the madness
that began this very night.
I cry out in the darkness and
I'm frozen with fright.

There is no way of leaving
the terror that I see.
Because I am only dreaming
and this is all in me.

I am very twisted and all
these things I feel.
But I must awaken now
because I know this isn't real.

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