Dreams, they say, can twist reality,

We can get crippled or be free,

Be kissed by love,

Or suffer the wrath of the ones above.

My ordeal, a vision so bitter,

punctured my heart and made my lips my quiver:

It's a tale where I'm cloaked with blood,

The storm rages violently, bringing in the flood.

My hands are clenched, my toes are curled,

Oh! This place is worse than the underworld!

I am my own demons' canvas,

They splash black on me, while my tears fall from the canthus.

But now, my knight comes swooping in,

The dark collides with the light radiating from her skin.

No longer am I lost in this delusion,

I take a stand and fight through the illusion.

Her light showers me, reaching deep into my soul,

I strip off the paint, feeling, once again, whole.

Farewell, frost, I fear you no more,

For dawn has risen, and with her, I too shall soar.