Faded Nightmare

• Ciandra Moore, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

I had a faded nightmare many moons ago,
I was sitting in a chair with sliver orchids in my hair,
And as I was sitting in that chair an earthy figure did appear.
Sounds of footsteps all around with quiet screeching near the ground,
With shadows moving through my mind and fire burning in a line.
A hollow journey did evolve to make a mystery unfold.
With warm shackles everywhere and fragile teardrops in the air.
I walked along the pavement with cracks all through the ground,
And piercing eyes went through my mind as I awoke.