Nightmare, wolf and the hare

The end, the beginning and the concealed secrets
of dreams are ghastly reminders of our depth and fears.

The dark and eerie gloom of the dawn
made a fitting presence, with the sweat on his palms.
He stared across the camouflaged air
to catch a glimpse of the wolf’s despair.

The ravening soul’s utterly disregarded salvation
was etched on the rocks he dragged his prey by.
The prey-the rabbit wheezing out a whistle of its breath
had its salvation etched on the teeth of the savageĀ holding its neck.

Blood and lust for hunger survived somehow
to reveal the subtle truth of deliverance from the God’s sins.
BeingĀ an illusive complex of web built to capture the weak and the weary,
the intricate patterns of which turned out to be dark, vile and scary.

The dreamer-the listener heard the decibels of howl and
assumed it to be the cry of hunger from the wolf’s fluted wind pipe.
but only the last few breaths of the rabbit knew
that the howl was a disguise of a delicately let out burp.

The dreamer woke up with a sweaty palm
his eyes misty and unclear with a veil of tear.
The end, the beginning and the concealed secrets
of dreams are ghastly reminders of his depth and fears.

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