Dear Mr Sandman

The Dragon Sanctuary

22/06/14 @ 07.45am

 

Dear Mr Sandman,

I would like to find out just what I have done to upset you. You don’t call in during the evenings anymore, you pay a fleeting visit round about the time the birds wake up on your way to some other part of the world. When you do visit or let me visit your dreamland the visions you give are so realistic it doesn’t feel like I have slept at all, or wake my hubby and the rest of the street up with my screaming.

Is it because you are mad at me for eating the sheep instead of counting them? Is it because traditionally Dragons sleep for a few hundred years at a time therefore have to be awake for a few hundred years? Is it because the Dragon fell in love with the Demon and Demons Don’t Dream?

The way you tease me is getting quite annoying, you throw the sand in my eyes, open my mouth in huge yawns, make me feel like I just can’t stay awake and yet as soon as my head hits that pillow BANG. You run away and desert me, leaving me in a kind of limbo till I get fed up of watching the shadows on the wall, waiting for the birds to wake up, and then get up to make some tea as all that happens is I get more and more annoyed.

Mr Sandman I’m sorry. Whatever I have done I apologise for. Please come back to visit me.

 

Yours hopefully

 

Violett Dragonlady

Flying in the Dark

The black dog,

The demon in the fog,

The Dementor, that sucks out your soul

The darkest night,

The stealer of light,

The beast you cannot control.

Circling the drain,

The unseen pain,

The shadow that used to be you.

At the end of your wits,

In the depth of the pits,

Not knowing if you can get through.

Feeling a freak,

For being so weak,

Life is just a charade.

Thinking you’re dumb

For being so glum

Not keeping up, the masquerade.

No more acting the clown

When you’re feeling so down

But admitting it really stings

No more saying ‘I’m fine’

With a big glass of wine

The truth will give you wings.