The Dream

Silver rays shimmered through the trees,

The cricket sang its little song,

The leaves were rustling: and

The owl stared into nothingness,

The night had an eerie feeling, and yet

It felt peaceful and calm.

The path that lay ahead of me,

I don’t know where it led to;

But I know there was something

Really mysterious and exciting about it.

So I decided to walk along the path

Hoping to find something really exciting.

In the distance, the werewolves started howling;

For it was the night of the Full Moon.

I started to pray that I wouldn’t be next,

To be turned into one of them.

I continued walking along the path,

Until I heard galloping.

I could hear it come closer and closer;

Then suddenly he came into sight.

His face was covered under his hood,

And he rode his horse like a prince;

He pulled me onto his horse

And let me ride with him.

Who is he? I wondered.

Where is he from? I wondered.

What does he look like? I wondered.

All I could say about him was,

That he was prince-like

And mysterious, of course.

We rode along the path

For so long, that I fell asleep

In his arms. The next thing I remembered,

Was seeing black eyes, black hair,

Fair skin. Wait, that was my mother;

She just woke me up. All of that was just a dream?