Fantasy

November 29, 2010
Werewolves run through open pastures
Majestic hawks take flight across the moon
Vampires feed in the shadows around us
Crickets chirp protest at my techno songs
I love there tune but I like mine better
I drift off to fantasy land once again
Happy to daydream
Fantasy seems so real at night
My music dies down, as the song changes
For a brief moment crickets take over
Anew song begins
I smile at the moon
Fantasy, right.





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