I wandered in a dream <br />And heard bluebells chime by the water, <br />Saw unicorns drink from the stream <br />And heard wild, whirling elvish laughter. <br /> <br />I realized things are not what they seem, <br />That little boys worship the river's daughter, <br />That angels grunt and butterflies scream <br />While good men go like lambs to the slaughter. <br /> <br />It was only a silly dream <br />But it has haunted me ever after, <br />When lights burn low and candles gleam, <br />When graveyards groan and their corpses mutter.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fantasy-7/
