One day I was running through the enchanting woods, In my favourite fantasy dream Euphoric in my mind but tortured in my heart The enchantress and the poet Combating against each other And the poet slayed the enchantress Now that she's no more I am all alone Lost, afraid but somehow still moving. I stopped by a frozen pond I saw my own reflection in it but It was no longer me When I was. about to run I heard a cracking sound Suddenly I was drowning in burning water. I tried to scream out loud But my head was under water The fantasy dream has become A realistic nightmare I wanna wake up so bad now But I just don't know how.
By Rtr. Esandi Imansa
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