She
tripped over a wrinkle in the liquid realm of sleep
And
fell through the whirlwind within her mind’s eye.
She
landed hard in a carnival of a twisted gap in time
Where
the sure fantasy of her naïve adolescent life’s view
Bled
to the raw horror of a deadly untamed reality.
For
in this world the Dragons breathed their death breath of fire
So
that where forests once stood tall in their immaculate majesty
Now
stretched nothing but a barren land of ash, a crimson molten pyre.
The
air swirled to leave a dank dark dust that drowned out the light of day
While
hot embers raked the air like rain that fell to burn beneath her feet.
From
all around her wild whispers rose to red ragged screams
That tore through the silken sound of her silent
night of dreams. 
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