NEVERLAND pt.1

I had a dream that I was taking my last breath,

It was an epic battle between the bearer of a blade and a pall of grotesque darkness. 

Crouched under a table  I watched this battle, yet somehow I felt tethered to the holder of the blade 

so he was I and I was him.

The darkness in all its malevolence floated toward me, blade in hand I stood ready and herein the battle begun.

As it drew closer the darkness disappeared beneath the earth and repeatedly materialised around me randomly, 

catching me off guard and passing through me

             permeating me: weakening me

See I watched myself become depleted.

How mighty a darkness to move through me like gusts of wind, but take so much

as if a tidal wave crashing onto me, filling me, choking me, as I desperately gasp for air

a feeling of taking my last breath. 

-x m