You realized them!
Devilish imps.
I observed the sun splatter onto the
pavement
and their ghoulish excitement as they primped
the forest anew – festive with vibrancy.
Did you release them?
From the cages of dreams I hold secret –
so are you the culprit?

Unlocked, one by one!
Their breath freezes time and wind in ice
and their blood simmers into the sea
now churning purple, surpassing
one's perception of reality.
Their voices are demonic in your ears –
breath as vile as their skewed spirits
and their mood poisons the clouds in green tears –
the sun black like their piercing eyes.

Wait, there are no imps?
So it is all one's imagination
… Or mine, more like
I can no longer differentiate
between life and reality, unlike
those whose eyes are gray with fog
their hearts no longer in song
for adulthood is cunning
with its great whip:
it dries Dreamland and its flowing streams
of happiness.