Had a fight in my sleep
With two cats out of hell
The most fiendish felines
Leviathan could expel
In their eyes was wickedness
From an infernal blaze
That they were bent on my harm I could tell…
One sunk its tooth deep in my right hand
The other kept circling
For an advantageous stand
And I knew real courage
My spirit grew stout
So I grabbed my attacker
And broke the strength of its mouth…
The end of this story
Is not for the squeamish
It was bloody and gory
But this was not my dream wish
I ripped its head and body apart
And saw the bad blood
That poured from its heart…
I woke up this morning
With a stinging in my hand
That was so real
I’m trying to understand
How it could be that the event in my sleep
Could leave a wound so invisibly deep…
And did I kill that second cat…?
Excuse me
As I return to that dream
And make sure my task
Is finished in its extreme
When this battle is done
There must be no threat
Whenever I lay my head down
To enjoy my due rest
From - Of Paradise Despised... And Lives That Bought Into A Lie
By - Roy Alexander Graham
https://books.apple.com/us/book/of-paradise-despised/id574445446
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