Red Converse & Dragons

On a cliff
Above water that wavers restlessly
There is a house
A place where people reside
The windows are damaged
The porch is rotten and spoiled.

As I am walking towards the house
I feel indifferent about my surroundings
A singular goal in my mind lures me
The forsaken face of an angel that lays
Deep within the walls
The one I am attempting to save.

I walk in towards the kitchen
A woman places the last dish on a table
"Dinner is ready"
I loom awkwardly over the table
My breath feels hot in chilled air
Where is the child?

Food is being sloshed onto plates
Laughing, yelling, tension,
Emotions seeming to conflict
Suddenly I am drifting away from the table
My feet sweep my body up a flight of stairs
I open the door into a dark room.

Creatures crawling, screeching,
Locked in grimy cages
Nestled in their own filth
I tip toe through the mess
Opening a closet door
He is there.

His age is six
His name is unknown
His hair is brown
His face is covered
He wears red converse
He is whom I have come to save.

He knows me but does not give me affection
He understand my arrival but is not moved by my presents
From the depths of the room he comes out of there is a hissing
A dark and growing voice
Wicked and devilish it calls for me
It tells me I can't leave without a fight.

Suddenly I wisp myself and the boy out of the room
We are falling fast down the flight of stairs
My head hits the post at the bottom
His precious body flies from my finger tips
My body slides to the first story
I try to regain my strength.

From the room above comes a quick moving figure
Its claws grip the staircase as it walks about half way down
As I am perfectly out of view
I see the creature from behind a wall
A dragon breathing fumes that cease to evaporate
Fire and fear stand closer than I imagined they would.

The small boy cradles me
He whispers in my ear
Do not fear the beast.. save me
There is a door in front of me
With his hand in mine I leap to it
The beast has spotted us.

Whether I am dead or alive
I open the door and a young girl is there
I stare into the eyes of myself as a child
I hold a candle and wear a white dress
Please save us
She motions me into the darkness.

This is the last time I will save you.

1/27/2013
~ B

(Fictional piece; a glimpse into one of my extraordinary dreams)