A dream I once had.

Floating through a canyon of thoughts which is steep

On the left a tree which grows a heart and a lung, 

The branches are veins pumping the blood from the ground

On the right a motherless child crawls to have a sip from a creek

While a hunter sneaks up to it, without even making a sound.

In front is a mouth swallowing each trail of thoughts

It feeds from pain, insecurities and lies

in return it spits out what seem to be burning fireflies.

The eyes drop little humans trapped in each tear

and through this horrid image an army is yet to appear.

Remember the Nutcracker soldiers that you saw in a book?

Their hands were holding small ripped figurines of themselves

Their steps were hard like ritual drums, dum, dum, dum... dum...

Stop.

Silence.

They stood without motion in what looked like a square.

One moved up front and yelled loud " DARE!" dare...dare..

The echo rang through the canyon and way beyond

And all of a sudden I knew of the bond. 

It took my hand and gave me a figure that turned to ashes

and that was when I fell...

a puppet crashes.

dum, dum, dum... dum....

Eventually the sounds of their march faded.

But what they must have not foreseen

is that you can't destroy something that isn't there and never has been.