Dream Poetry

A wind swept beach under a vast starry sky,
a tent door flapping harshly on a beach
of a sea of incredible colors and lights
A lone shadowy figure stands
A Guardian against the darkness
 beyond the edge where life meets death
An ancient evil waits




Not one of my best, but it came to me in a dream along with this image. It was beautiful, but also disturbing.

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