Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray Matope my soul to keep.
Guide me safely through the night,
Wake me with the morning light.
If I should live another day
I pray MotherFather to guide my way.
lllllllfall
llllllllllllllsoftly
lllllllllllllllllllllinto
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllyour
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllown
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllreality
Lay Me Down to Sleep opened his eyes to a dreamscape of his making. The air tasted of blood and when he blinked, ash, destruction, the evidence of erasure, fell from the sky. All around him, this dream stretched as far as one could see. Step by step he walked with the ground falling away beneath his hooves and forming in front of him. He was the bloodsky, the ashair, the boiledground, and he was he and this was a place all his own. Here, a childish joy bubbling forth, escaping from his grimacing lips as acid and dust.
Then he ran, for he was faster than the light here in this dream. A dream and a world all for himself, for no one but himself so that he might enjoy and be free from the sniveling stupidity of the real world. Here he ruled with a iron hoof; the snapping caiman cowered and did his bidding. There was glee to his movements, almost like dancing, except it was not as beautiful and much more predatory.
Here in his sleep, here in this dream, he had his own domain. To enter would be to become prey.
If I shall die before I wake,
No prayers will save you for your soul I'll take.
