Last night I dreamt of a pale person,
Sweating, running away hysterically,
There was some sort of smoke behind,
Vague but hazardous shadows lurking.
In the dream I saw his torn clothes,
And the rush of blood of a fresh wound,
Collapsed on the earth of this woodland,
No sense of life!
And the shadows retreated in utmost joy.
Thursday, 18th of September 2014