Fever Dream -A Short Poem-

One, two, the night comes for you
Three, four, better sharpen those claws
Five, six, the light switch clicks
Seven, eight, don't be afraid
Nine, ten, it's just around the bend...

Scorpions crawling in the mind
Feel the rifle at your side
Clammy hands on mattress bare
Don't you look now, please take care

A stranger on a silent street
It is you he intends to meet
See his hat, shaped like a box
And his face; a fox!

Tigers guard the gates
Their eyes, the jewels of fate
They speak a name that you don't know
"Your work is done here, go!"
You turn to run but you can't move
Such is the life you have to lose

Hush, little child
Time to go to bed
You needn't fear
Snow White or Rose Red
There's that Brave Tailor
His name is Tom Thumb
Don't show the Tinderbox to anyone

"A palace of crystal walls awaits you, small one. Take this chance, and escape your fever dream!"

Nothing burns quite like the cold
I am so young, yet I feel old
Fair is foul, foul is fair
Let the scream escape the air

The dark
The light
Twin suns
We're home
He lives
What fun

Beaded sweat on silky hair
You could look, but you don't dare
The lady's smile, it feels so sharp
Cuts through the fabric of your heart

Temperature lowering
Paracetamol
Bright spotlights, glowing
Follow protocol

"My child, sir, I heard him scream!"
"Madam, you are mistaken.
We cured your young one's fever dream.
Behold, he has awakened!"