The emerald fairy of dreams, and nightmares.

Intense conversations with
the emerald fairy, of dreams,
and nightmares.
I don't want to,.
Breathe and learn.
Violet wisdom and crystal thoughts.

Strolls beneath the shy moon,
to capture, the afterlife.
Like a scavenger hunt,
for bleeding stones.

A search for World War II,
and it's planes,
and guns,
and murder.
Genocide.

This factory of lost souls, ahead
angry construction workers.

The dark, empty holes in the building,
look at me and ask the same question.
'What is it you seek? If it's fear,
step inside!'

The woman pass us outcasts within a mutter.
They giggle,
after a distance.

The afterlife seems far away,
but the train is on time.
The ground lights up,
as the dust ignites
bars of light,
through the fences.

Etch the image in your mind.
For there goes the train to freedom,
Afterlife, on the other side.

Turn around and walk away.
Reality awaits.
Goodbye, Emerald fairy.
Of dreams, and nightmares.