I dreamed a warning,long,slow and clear.
I woke in the morning,trembling with fear.
Great trees ,whose branches danced high in the sky,
bent low in the wind and kissed the ground.
And out of the silence the great noise of fear
the rushing of blood pounding in my ear.
The great wind rushed onward,it came from above
where no stars were shining and the moon had gone out.
The sky full of menace,yawned black and vast
and terror lurked from a terrible past.
In the wake of the wind a shower of sparks
unleashed through the sky from unknown parts.
The path of destruction glowed orange and black
as anguish howled and echoed back.
Released from the sun the planet flew
spinning faster and faster out of view.
written following such a dream or nightmare